The long-lost greeting reverberated through the mourning hall alongside the thunder.

The fragrance of flowers filled the place, and candlelight flickered. Everything remained solemn and unchanged, and even Lei Wuye lying in the coffin looked peacefully still.

But, in a flash, the atmosphere on site turned tense and confrontational.

At such a critical event, one uninvited guest after another had arrived. Tension and pressure overwhelmed the silent room. And when Chen Xingzhou, who was supposed to be in the hospital, personally appeared at the front of the mourning hall, it was like a spark thrown into a barrel of gunpowder, and the spreading flames and shockwave could no longer be contained.

The sharp screech of chairs scraping the floor echoed without end. Countless people in the hall stood up, staring coldly at Chen Xingzhou. The atmosphere had turned hostile in a split second, and now everyone was on edge. The ones who weren’t staring at Chen Xingzhou instead had their eyes glued to Lei Yaoxing.

All the outsiders remained seated in their original positions, silent and unmoving.

Across the seemingly frozen air, Lei Yaoxing fixed his gaze on the opponent standing just within reach. He studied the man’s now fully exposed and unmasked appearance, even though the gap between them was so wide.

For Lei Yaoxing, someone like Chen Xingzhou, who had repeatedly refused the White...