The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

His father might have disappointed his mother and treated himself poorly in his life, but he did not owe anything to the clan.

Now, even after he was gone, there was still a series of falsehoods on display.

Ji Mo An Ning's face turned uglier when he thought about it, this made him even more determined to leave the humans and follow his mother.

The people who came to pay their respects were many; the heavily injured Nan Gong Bei Cheng also attended despite not having fully recovered.

Seeing the area in front of the mourning hall having a lively bustle and then that lonely coffin within, Nan Gong Bei Cheng could not help but sigh as well. He only gave Ji Mo An Ning a pat on the shoulders before offering a joss stick and he left.

Just as Nan Gong Bei Cheng stepped out, he saw Shang Qiu Meng Qian. The two exchanged a gaze and the former stood outside the hall.

Shang Qiu Meng Qian was wearing an indescribable face of awkwardness as he entered the hall. Upon laying his gaze on the coffin, his face flittered with different emotions for a long while before he pulled his robes up and squatted beside Ji Mo An Ning to toss some paper money into the fire basin.

While looking at the burning paper money, he mumbled: "You are, after all, the Number One Young Master, how can you die before me? You are also strong-willed. Despite being suppressed by your clan so badly, you did not even think to escape. The land is so big, how can there be no place for you to take shelter? So be it, now that you have graciously left, this young master shall reluctantly take care of Lady Qing Qing and your son on your behalf. Rest assured, although this is the first time this young master becomes a father, I will definitely not allow anyone else to take advantage of your son. Sigh…"

He felt a sharp pain at his waist before he could finish ranting. When he turned to look, he met Huan Qing Yan's impassive gaze.

"Eh, Lady Qing Qing, This Young Master… I… I am only…"

Huan Qing Yan ignored him and bent her body to caress Little Treasure's head. Although no words were spoken, her gentle intent of placating was apparent.

Shang Qiu Meng Qin walked up to Ji Mo Ya's coffin, lit a joss stick, rubbed his nose, and then he too left the hall. He saw Nan Gong Bei Cheng's mocking gaze and unnaturally released a cough before looking at the sky.

Huan Qing Yan looked at the luxurious coffin in front of her, feeling the irony.

The person has passed, without a corpse left behind. From what Little Treasure had mentioned, the Ji Mo Clan had suppressed him severely before he died.

Yet such a great funeral was organized, as though it was for the greatest hero of the Ji Mo Clan.

After being treated badly when alive, what was the point of trying to make up after the person died?

Ji Mo Ya, if your soul can see this, would you regret it?

With a sigh, she went up and lit a joss stick before making a silent prayer: "Ji Mo Ya. I forgive you. Rest in peace."

When Huan Qing Yan walked out of the hall, Bai Chen Feng saw her and revealed a trace of worry.

After carefully checking Huan Qing Yan's expression and seeing that there was no anomaly did he felt reassured.

He went up to her: "Let me send you back?"

Nan Gong Bei Cheng looked at Huan Qing Yan fixedly. After a few years of not meeting, she had turned even more beautiful and possessed an even nobler aura. The bright and cheerful phoenix eyes of the past were now filled with majesty.

Her gaze was indifferent, as though everything had been left in the past and it no longer affected her heart. She seems to have let go of everything completely.

He looked up, at the mourning hall behind her. That man entangled with her for half of her life was gone.

Nan Gong Bei Cheng suddenly felt depressed.

He nodded at Huan Qing Yan before bidding his leave.

Suddenly, a heaven-shaking cry rang through the Holy Court. Powerful demonic energy was approaching them quickly.

Several figures jumped out of the Holy City and went to face it. They were the Half-Sages of humanity.