A cemetery on the outskirts of Jincheng.
All was silent, as the wind blew away a cloud, sunlight slanted across the tombstone, revealing the strikingly carved words "Late Father Shi Tingsong."
Standing in front of the tombstone was Shi Wangyue, dressed all in black.
In the blazing summer, the cemetery appeared deserted, with only countless cicadas on the grass and tree branches chirping, "zik-zik."
Shi Wangyue ignored his sweaty brow and was clearing the weeds around the tombstone with his bare hands.
After clearing the weeds, he took a handkerchief he brought, poured pure water on it, and patiently wiped the marble tombstone.
Once he finished cleaning the tombstone, he arranged the fresh flowers, fruits, incense, and paper money he had brought, one by one.
As the paper money and incense burned, wisps of white smoke rose under the azure sky.
This drew the Tomb Guardian, who had been patrolling in the distance, over to take a look.
