"What a spectacle...."
The sight of the memorial in front of him made Gong Qiying involuntarily let out a sigh.
He was now in Bed City, the place where all dreams began. The people here were holding a memorial for Solar.
The big square once used by adventurers to exchange information, relax, and trade had been cleared out and turned into the memorial venue. Everywhere were items related to Solar; just the black‑and‑white portraits alone were piled up by the hundreds, and in front of every portrait burned thick clusters of candles. Flowers and wreaths of all kinds were arranged there, their fragrance filling the air.
Adventurers in all sorts of outfits were gathered here. The noise they made rendered the venue quite rowdy. The expressions on people's faces varied, but most of them were clearly tinged with sorrow.
There were even half the people dressed in outfits identical to Solar's, coming to pay their respects to him.
