It was the Festival of Years. For the Immortal Domain, it was an extremely important holiday, much like the Mid-Autumn Festival in Earth's Hua Country.
After bidding farewell to Wang Bainian and his family, Xu Lai and Yu Guiwan each lit a stick of incense at the three graves, the thin wisp of smoke scattering in the wind.
Yu Guiwan's gaze seemed somewhat distant. She looked at Xu Lai with a complex expression. "Back when I was in the Barrier, I was always the one lighting incense alone. Even after I took Wu Ying as my disciple, I was still by myself."
"Senior Sister, you're definitely a person. If you weren't, now that would be a huge problem," Xu Lai said casually.
"???"
Yu Guiwan grew frustrated. "Xu Qingfeng, you're asking for a beating!"
Xu Lai had intentionally tried to lighten his senior sister's sorrowful mood. He calmed his fuming senior sister and said softly, "With Master and our two senior brothers gone, Senior Sister, you can rely on me more.
