Tie Banxian observed the old man indulging in a feast in front of him, dressed in a funeral shroud. The sight of the greasy chicken leg, while he gnawed only on a pancake, made his stomach growl with hunger, and he felt even more convinced that it was a stroke of terrible luck that brought him into contact with Qin Liuxi today.
He wasn't foolish; just by watching the procession, he could tell that the old man's time had come, and Qin Liuxi was there to send him on his final journey.
And his own role?
Tie Banxian glanced at Qin Liuxi, who remained calm, occasionally pouring wine for the old man. He wasn't sure if he had arrived in time.
Old Man Guan let out a contented belch, finishing the wine in his cup, his face ruddy and exhaling a long breath.
