The rain poured heavier, the sound of droplets striking the earth blending with the somber atmosphere within the hall.
The room was steeped in sorrow as Yun Lixuan and Yun Lihuang mourned their brother's peaceful passing, tears streaming down their aged faces.
Standing quietly among the gathered family members, Yun Yanshui stared at his second great-uncle's lifeless form, serene as if merely asleep. Memories of their moments together—walking through the family compound, listening to his stories—flooded his mind, filling his heart with a profound sadness.
Beside him, Yun Yanshuang had become a tearful wreck, unable to hold back her emotions.
"Yunrui, Yunxun, inform the rest of the family," Yun Yunyang instructed, his voice heavy. "Once the rain stops, we'll prepare his burial attire, coffin, and paper offerings. Summon the Taoist priests to conduct the rites."