Hour of the Tiger, the sky was not yet light.
The Capital City of Zhan Country was shrouded in a shimmering snow glow.
Xiao Hen ran all night to prepare funeral arrangements for his father; first entering the palace to inform his aunt, uncle, and aunt, where he was held and wept bitterly with his aunt (mostly his aunt weeping) for a long time, then he went to Bishui Alley to notify his great-uncle and the Yao Family of his father's death.
Afterwards, the arrangements for the Mourning Hall ensued.
Where to set up the Mourning Hall, and how to quickly gather the needed items for it, although they couldn't recover his father's remains, a coffin was still necessary.
Thus, he went to a coffin shop to carefully select a superior coffin.
The immense sadness swept over him, exhausting him both physically and mentally, dragging his almost numb steps, like a soulless puppet, he returned home bit by bit.
