In front of the palace gates, a number of people had gathered.
News had gone round that the assistant leader of the Huo sect had caught Mingyu's men that had tried to recover Mingyu's body from Jinxing, and so, when they heard that the said body was going to be burnt in front of the palace gates, for all to see, the curious ones immediately gathered.
A pyre, made of wood, had been prepared, and on it, Mingyu's body had been laid. The body, after not being preserved for some days, wasn't looking too good–almost unrecognizable.
Among those that were present, Feng Zhenyu was also present and he was standing alongside Lin Xiaowei.
Seeing Mingyu's body about to be set ablaze was making him feel emotions he couldn't fathom, but he could only stand there, holding unto the flute he had found on Mingyu, while reminiscing about the time they spent together in the past.
Is that truly you? He internally asked, filled with doubt.