Chapter 697: Tears in the Sad Rain

Li Xiaoqiang's grandfather was gone, the person closest to him for over twenty years was gone. He passed peacefully and contentedly, but Li Xiaoqiang and his brother were anything but peaceful. Their grandfather was gone, leaving them only with memories brimming with love imprinted in their minds.

But that love, that care, that endless spiritual power, at the quiet moment of their grandfather's departure, turned to dust and smoke.

The heavens seemed too moved or perhaps it was a mere coincidence, but a tempestuous storm broke out today. The sky, cloaked in darkness, unleashed fierce winds howling through the woods.

Halfway up a rocky hill sat a grave that Long San claimed to be a geomantic gem. Li Guo'an had already prepared it before his passing—a plain grave, an earthen mound, and a stele.

At that moment, the sound of deafening firecrackers erupted in front of the mound.