Chapter 656 The Massacre

• Night had sunk deep. In the Yarwood Sun family compound, lights still blazed. Funeral banners hung high. From the courtyard came the wavering sobs of men, women, and children, tangled with monks and priests chanting to guide a soul on.
• Inside the mourning hall, Sun Liping had paid a fortune to hire the most respected, most learned monk and priest within five hundred miles of Yarwood. They would chant for Sun Jingtian through the night, seven days and seven nights, to soothe his spirit and send it toward bliss—and to patch, however he could, the guilt of a father who had failed his son.
• Right now, he’d dragged more than seventy members of the Sun clan here by force. Black armbands. Mourning clothes. No matter seniority or age, everyone was ordered to kneel in the hall and sit vigil.