The spring rain drizzled endlessly.
Li Tongya's burial ground had only been renovated ten years ago, yet the tombstone remained the same as before—simple and dignified, standing quietly in the spring rain.
Bai Rong lingered before the grave for only a few breaths, lifting his gaze to see nothing but gravestones. Flustered, he murmured a few words, then retreated, dazed, and said:
"Better to wait... Choose another day to come... For now, let us first go down and sit awhile."
Li Xijun guessed he was somewhat ill at ease, so he led him into the main hall. Orders had already been sent ahead, and now someone presented a storage bag. Li Xijun respectfully said:
"Congratulations, Senior, on your breakthrough. Here is a humble gift; please do us the honor of accepting it..."
After all, Bai Rong was a demon and did not stand on ceremony. He took the storage bag, casually hooked it onto his belt, and settled into his seat.
