A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1708

"Please accept this small token of appreciation from War God Castle," the ambassador said politely.

Ye Ximei shuddered upon hearing that.

She looked at the ambassador from War God Castle and asked in a quavering voice, "W-What happened to my son? Is he all right?"

She did not know what to make of it.

All that she was looking forward to hearing was a firm assurance that her son was alive and well.

However, she was deeply disappointed.

"I'm sorry for being a bringer of bad news, Mrs. Ye. I'm afraid that Mr. Ye Fan has lost his life. Upon considering the safety of his loved ones, the War God Castle suggests that his funeral be held in the most simplistic manner. Henceforth, we will be stationed in Jingzhou to protect the Ye family."

Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, Ye Ximei paid no attention to what the ambassador said thereafter. She felt dizzy and alas, collapsed onto the floor.

"Ximei, get a grip. Ximei! Quick, let's send her to the hospital!"

Panic-stricken, Ye Tian and Ye Ya immediately carried their sister up and rushed her to the hospital.

"Yuyan, take care of Mucheng."

Several members of the Ye family tagged along with great concern.

Ye Xilan was worried for Qiu Mucheng, so she instructed Ye Yuyan to stay behind and watch over her.

Upon discovering what had happened, Qiu Mucheng stood rooted to the spot without a word.

Her rosy cheeks turned pale within moments.

As her heart sank, she fell into a state of despair.

Ye Yuyan grew increasingly anxious. She kept checking on Qiu Mucheng. "Say something, Mucheng. You're scaring the living daylights out of me. Mucheng..."

Green Dragon and the rest also had ants in their pants. They had no idea how to console Qiu Mucheng, who refused to utter a word. Her condition was extremely worrying. "Say something, please, Mucheng."

When Ye Yuyan nudged her, she staggered for a bit. Then, a horrifying sight greeted all of them.

Blood began trickling down from the corner of her mouth.

"Oh no, Mucheng! Please don't scare me." Ye Yuyan and the others were shocked to the core.

One could not imagine the level of agony and grief that she was going through, to the extent that she would weep blood!

Though Ye Yuyan could not feel Qiu Mucheng's emotions at that moment, they could more or less understand her pain.

Losing Ye Fan means that both Mucheng and her child have lost their pillar of support. The young man who has been her strong backing, protecting her from harm, is now gone. As people age, they crave stability. Where is she going to place her hopes on when her one and only has left her?

It felt as though her heart had been ripped from her body.

"Mucheng... Boo... Hoo..." Ye Yuyan bawled in helplessness.

Qiu Mucheng was like a lost soul, a walking corpse. Staring into space, she disregarded the blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.

"Wah... Wah..."

Suddenly, the baby who had yet to turn one started wailing in the room. Perhaps the tension and sorrow in the room had got on to him, or maybe he sensed that someone important had departed.

How ironic! A few minutes ago, they were still a blissful and beautiful family. Moments later, everything changed.

Life had just taught them a hard lesson. Sometimes, it took cost a life to realize just how much a person meant to his family.

In the case of Ye Fan, he was the tower of strength in his family.

With his demise, the entire world of Qiu Mucheng and

Ye Ximei collapsed, so did the Ye family.

It was a long night for the Yes.

With both Qiu Mucheng and Ye Ximei in the hospital, someone had to stand in the gap and organize Ye Fan's funeral. The responsibility was left on the shoulders of Ye Tian and Ye Ya.

Ye Tian did inquire if the government could assist in transporting Ye Fan's body back, but the answer was obviously no.

The War God Castle appeared to have washed their hands off anything related to Ye Fan. Thus, it was impossible for them to collect Ye Fan's body on behalf of the Chu family. That was the main reason why the War God Castle advised the Ye family to forget about taking his corpse back.

There was nothing that Ye Tian could do besides accepting the fact.

In the end, they went to the place where Ye Fan used to live, took some soil, and placed it inside a box.

They also simply decorated the mourning hall and did only the bare minimum as advised by the War God Castle.

It was a small ceremony held within close family members. Those who attended were his loved ones and some relatives.

At the funeral, Green Dragon put on the mourning clothes and knelt before the casket.

Ye Fan's plump childhood friend was bawling his eyes out.

Li Er, Lei San, and the others wept uncontrollably. Some wondered if they were truly heartbroken.

Qiu Mucheng and Ye Ximei did not show up as they were still grieving in the hospital.

Many, including the ambassador of the War God Castle, Sword Saint, and Tang Hao, delivered wreaths to pay their final respect to Ye Fan.

There were no interviews, no special honors, and no eulogies given.

The glorious and triumphant life of Ye Fan ended with an exceptionally quiet and depressing ceremony.

To sum it all up, it was like the colorful flowers at the garden. They captured everyone's attention when they were in full bloom during spring and summer, but were completely ignored when they withered away during winter.

The Ye family heeded the advice of the War God Castle and held the funeral only for one day.

When the ceremony was about to end at dusk, a middle-aged man appeared.

No one had seen him before. He remained silent when the family members asked further.

He stood in front of Ye Fan's casket and gazed at his portrait for a very long time. Not a word was uttered.

As the sun began to set, its crimson light stained the skies.

However, the man remained still as many past memories played vividly in his mind.

After what seemed like forever, the man muttered, "Ye Fan, if there's life after death, I hope that you'll be born in a fearless era in China. If there's life after death, I hope that you'll be born in the best of times where the martial arts world flourish with divine

protection in China."

His tone of voice was heavy, and his eyes glistened with tears.

That man was none otherthan Ye Qingtian, the one who fought against Sword Saint at Mount Yan.

In his quiet moments, Ye Qingtian reflected on the past and realized that Sword Saint did the right thing to prioritize the bigger picture.

The only one who is to blame is China's martial arts circles. It's nothing close to being powerful. If only god realm fighters exist in China, who are they to fear the Chu family? If only China's martial arts world has reached its pinnacle, they would be able to shield their very own young talent.

"Shield? Why does the Dragon Master need any protection? He alone can take on the whole world. By the way, who said that there are no god realm fighters in China? My Dragon Master shall be one in a few years' time. Most probably, he will marry another god realm fighter from the neighboring country as well!"

While Ye Qingtian was mourning with all his heart, a delighted cackle was heard nearby.

Stunned, he quickly turned to discover who it was.

At the very far end of the horizon, a towering figure appeared with his back facing the setting sun.

Slowly, he strode forward, revealing a chiseled face and slender body. A familiar, bright grin appeared on his face as if he was a general returning from a victorious battle. In fact, he looked like a domineering king.

His aura was magnificent, one that befitted his Supreme title.

Who claimed that China was not in its best years?

As long as he lived, the glamorous period for the martial arts world in China would persist.