Bab 1177: Chu Yang in Mourning

Dawn. In front of Zhuge Clan's gate.

Zhuge Clan had been holding funerals these few days. White flowers were tied to their doors. Outside the gate, the whole street was filled with baskets of white flowers. At a glance, it actually looked pretty impressive.

Heavy snow had been falling for a whole month, and it finally stopped today. There were still sporadic crumbs of snowflakes falling from the sky, the sky was still grim and gray.

The guards were dressed all in sackcloth, with hemp ropes tied at their waists. White flowers decorated their chests. Their looks were sorrowful.

Heaven and earth were all quiet.

In the inner courtyard, there was the sound of crying everywhere!

Today was the day of the funeral for those dozen or so Supreme Martial Artists who died.

Right at this moment, a guard's eyes moved, and a surprised look revealed in them.