Three Wills

Two days later, Bailing City, Nanjiang Province.

It was drizzling south of the Yangtze River. Despite people holding umbrellas, the mist still managed to wet their clothes. At a cemetery on the northern outskirts of the city, a funeral was taking place. It was especially sad due to how simple the ceremony was. There were no instruments playing, people singing, firecrackers, or even guests.

Technically speaking there was someone there, because Zhao Yu was standing in front of the grave in a black dress. However, his relationship with the deceased was difficult to define. The one laying underground was a prisoner who had been caught by Zhao Yu. It was Tao Xiang, the king of thieves!