"Someone informed me." Luo Jiujiang didn't know what to say, so he just whispered, "Qianling..."

No mourning tents were erected, no funeral banquets were held. From the coffin to the burial, Han Qianling kept everything simple—but even with such simplicity, a single morning seemed too fast.

Unless Chen's health continues to deteriorate, Han Qianling is prepared for this.

As Han Qianling's friend, he was completely unaware of Chen's situation.

Han Qianling nodded, indicating he'd heard. His men methodically arranged the offerings, picked up three incense sticks from a nearby incense box, and lit them as an offering. Then, as usual, he burned the folded paper ingots.

Seeing this, Luo Jiujiang also reached out to take the incense sticks and wanted to offer sacrifices, but Han Qianling held his hand down and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Light a stick of incense for my aunt."

These words were like a stone dropped into the middle of a lake, finally stirring a ripple in Han Qianling's calm face. He frowned slightly, "Don't bow, you don't have to."

Luo Jiujiang grabbed Han Qianling's wrist with his backhand: "Qianling, I'm sorry for your loss."

Han Qianling's expression remained calm. "Time, once lost, cannot be reversed. Life, once dead, cannot be revived. Feelings, once uncontrollable. These three things are inherently beyond human control and cannot be forced. Just let nature take its course. I have no reason to grieve."

He patted the paper ash on his hands and stood up: "Let's go."

His expression was as indifferent as usual, and indeed he did not show any sadness at all.

This reaction was beyond Luo Jiujiang's expectations, but after a change of thought, he felt that Han Qianling's current attitude was reasonable.

Growing up with Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang was well aware of most of his friend's unusual traits. For example, he found it easy to eat seven raw snowflakes, or how he could identify a technique the moment it was mentioned, even though he hadn't read any relevant information. For example, he could break the "Returning Wind Bagua Step" technique Luo Cang had taught him...

There were so many things like this, and Han Qianling had never deliberately concealed anything from Luo Jiujiang.

Just as he now did not hide his cold attitude towards his deceased mother.

Luo Jiujiang knew how Chen treated Han Qianling, but he also knew where Han Qianling's spirit stones had been spent. Before today, he had always believed that although Han Qianling did not say it, he still had a deep attachment to his mother's love.

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