His son's death was a devastating blow. Yan Shen stayed in the mourning hall. Night wind flickered the light. Yan Shen squatted down to shield the altar lamp. Tears coursed down this old man's cheeks, and he just wished his son would enjoy a bright life in the next life.

"Lord, it has been midnight. Please take a rest..." Zhang Biao let out a long sigh and fully understood Lord's grief. Several years ago, Zhang Biao had the same sorrow as Lord when Zhang Biao's son passed away. ...