Upon entering the memorial hall, he saw women weeping with their heads lowered while they paid their respects to their departed clan head.0

Zhao Changhe approached, offering his respects and burning incense. As he glanced around at the mourners, something felt off.0

It was strange that there were not any children mourning together with the women. Furthermore, all of the women who were mourning seemed to be in their twenties to fifties. They looked to be either widows or concubines. There were no elderly or children, nor any other relatives such as uncles or brothers. It did not resemble a typical gathering at all.0

Furthermore, the constant weeping seemed especially strange. While it was indeed common for relatives to weep at a memorial, they would typically stop after a few days, with only a few individuals still showing grief. However, these people should have been mourning for several days now, yet their tears had not ceased.0

Inadvertently, Zhao Changhe thought about how if time continued to pass in the modern world as it did in this world he had transmigrated to, then he should have been “missing” in the modern world for almost a year by now. He wondered how his parents had reacted to his disappearance and how they were now… Smearing the golden foil was nothing compared to the heartache his parents must be feeling. If he could beat that blind woman, he would be damn well happy to kill her.0

Wait… Killing that witch…0

Zhao...0