The funeral preparations began the following morning.
There was no discussion about where the dead of the Pei Clan would be buried.
The estate had been their home for generations. Now that almost nothing remained of it, the land would become their final resting place.
People from the Lu and Bai Clans stayed to help.
The remaining rubble was cleared away, broken stones were moved aside, and a large portion of the former estate was prepared for the graves. What had once been filled with courtyards, residences, training grounds, and people gradually became an open stretch of earth.
Bai Yichen helped where he could.
From time to time, however, his attention wandered toward one particular person.
Pei Tianli had not spoken since yesterday.
Not once.
