Wang Hu's ashes were buried on the hillside beside the crematorium.
It was a spot of excellent geomantic omen, covering a very large area, resembling a villa, except it was a miniature version.
Just the price of this burial plot alone cost six figures per square meter.
"Wang Hu, wait for me," Song Yun said distantly as he gazed at Wang Hu's memorial tablet, "When the seventh day after your death comes, I will visit you again, bringing with me Wang Billion's dying repentance. I have said all that needs to be said, you rest well. No matter how far the Shura Alliance develops, there will always be a place for you, Wang Hu."
After saying this, Song Yun turned and walked away with Zhao Yan and others following behind him.
"Make sure someone watches over this place," Song Yun instructed Zhao Yan.
"I understand," Zhao Yan nodded.
Descending from the mountain, the sky had already darkened, yet it had been raining all day and the sky was overcast, so many had not noticed.
