The rain in Li Tian City, falling and ceasing intermittently, bore the atmosphere of a plum rain season. And this day was the funeral of the Jingnan Marquise. With barely any special arrangements, it seemed a bit too simple, even on an official level. However, this "quietness" was merely superficial; it did not mean the event lacked significance.
Without prior notifications or organized assemblies, residents and business owners spontaneously set up incense tables in front of their homes wherever the funeral procession passed through the streets of Li Tian City.
As the white-clad funeral procession passed, the common folk lining the streets started burning joss paper and lighting candles, whole families bowing down in respect. Some people began to cry, and then slowly, many others joined them.
