Walking on the road to the small town, Jiang Beiran discovered that the surroundings were not the idyllic pastoral scenery he had imagined. Instead, almost every household had white cloth hanging, and the sounds of weeping rose and fell.
Jiang Beiran was initially a bit puzzled, wondering why these people were only just beginning to hold funerals when a month had already passed since the final battle with the Gu cultivators. But with a second thought, he understood.
In the beginning, the cultivators were still tirelessly searching the Gu caves and rescuing people, so everyone was likely praying that their family members were safe. But now, a month had gone by, and there was probably no more news of survivors being found.
With their last hopes dashed, they had no choice but to begin the final rites, at least to give their family members a place for their souls to return.
"Sigh."
Faced with this scene, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but sigh. During his time in Abyssal City, he had not slacked off for a moment, doing his utmost to solve every problem. But the result was still such a great sacrifice, which left a heavy feeling in his heart.
It also strengthened his resolve to do a good job in preventing future miasma disasters.
"Is Master Jiang sighing for the common people of the world?"