Volume 3
City Lord: "..."
Yue seemed to feel Ming's hatred, but just looked away and sighed.
"Okay," the city lord stood up, looked at Ming, then turned back and said to Yue, "We are preparing for the funeral instead. Call the elders here. Out of respect for the deceased, let the elders comfort the souls of the dead..."
"Well, then I will go and call." After saying that, he left the door of Ming's bedroom.
"I'll go find those elders and grandpas," Ming raised his head, "Let them... send mom off properly."
The city lord and Yue looked at him, and after a long time, they agreed.
Crack——
"It's going to rain." Ming, who was outside, raised his head and looked at the lightning flashing across the sky, "...it's really a bad time...we have to hurry up!"
"Oh, Ming? What? Your mother...poor child. Will go..." This sentence was almost said by the elders after they learned about the death of Ming's mother.
And Ming, on the other hand, left in tears again and again amidst the comfort of the elders...
At noon, it started to rain, and Ming had already informed all the elders. However, Ming did not go back to attend his mother's funeral. Instead, he walked alone on the street, walking... No one knew what he was thinking, why he didn't go to his mother's funeral. Perhaps, he didn't want to see his mother's bloody body, nor did he want to watch his mother's cremation with his own eyes.
"Oh~ Isn't this a child of the Kamikaze family?" Ming was walking, and an elder saw Ming and stopped him, "Are you getting wet in the rain on the street? Why doesn't the child attend the funeral of his mother? Will he be charged with unfilial piety?"
"No, no, uncle." Ming raised his head, and there was an elder holding an umbrella. Although he spoke so harshly, he looked very kind. "Because..."
"Hmm~ Don't you want to watch your mother be cremated?" The elder motioned for him to stand up, held an umbrella with Ming, and led him to an eaves and sat on the platform under the eaves.
The elder put away his umbrella and looked at the sky in the distance. The sky in the distance became clear.
"People always see the beautiful appearance of flowers, but I see the strong roots that are deeply rooted in the soil. Because..." As he said that, the elder stopped looking into the distance, turned his head, and looked at Ming next to him. And Ming was looking at him intently, listening to his words, "Because without roots, the beautiful appearance is gone, and all beauty is in vain. Ming, you too, you can't just have a beautiful 'appearance', but you must learn to be strong."
"Strong..." Ming looked at the elder, his young eyes full of desire.
"Well~ the rain has stopped, come with me to your mother's cemetery. Everyone is waiting for you..." The elder looked at the sky, turned his head and looked at Ming with a smile.
Hmm...
"Isn't that Ming? Next to him is..." The city lord looked at Ming coming from a distance. There was an elder next to Ming, "Isn't that... King Shura?!"
King Shura, 150 years old, looks very young, with a face that is completely different from his own age. He is one of the strongest men of the Shura tribe, good at using fire attacks, and participated in the war between the nine kingdoms of the human world a hundred years ago.
"Xiu, Elder Shura!" Shen Fengyue looked at King Shura who was with Ming, and the city lord was also surprised.
King Ming and Shura have already arrived at the cemetery.
"Hey everyone, starting from today, I have decided to accept this young man as my disciple. How about it? Yue, Dragon City Lord?" King Shura looked at them with a smile.
"What, what?" Yue, the city lord and other people attending the funeral had expressions of surprise on their faces.
Ming: "What"
Chapter 2: End
