Chapter 160

Jiang Yan chuckled softly, raising his hand to wipe the glistening moisture from Little Ganyu's lips.

"I still have work to attend to; I must go now."

Little Ganyu fled the place in a panic.

She had just felt that if it continued, something untoward might happen.

Recalling the madness of last night, Little Ganyu's legs felt weak.

Watching Little Ganyu's hasty retreat, Jiang Yan could not help but laugh aloud.

He turned his head to look out the window, watching the leaves outside constantly radiating golden light under the setting sun.

"A peaceful life... is indeed not bad."

One week later, with Jiang Yan's approval, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was officially established.

At the same time, to prevent the people from resisting cremation, the Liyue authorities promptly issued a notice:

That from today onward, Liyue funeral rites should, as much as possible, adopt cremation followed by burial.

This would both prevent the spread of plagues and provide psychological comfort to those stubbornly attached to earth burial.

Yet even so, many people still refused to burn their loved ones' bodies and resisted the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

These people were mostly bullies who feared the strong; they dared not provoke the Liyue authorities but instead made a loud scene before the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, seriously obstructing its work.

"Immortal Lord! There is trouble again at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor."

A Qianyan Guard entered, bowed deeply, and paid his respects to Jiang Yan.

"Hmm, what is the situation?"

Jiang Yan did not look up, and his hand holding the brush to review documents did not stop.

"These people have become clever recently; despite our Qianyan Guards warning them repeatedly, and even arresting them, it has been useless."

"They now specifically choose to cause trouble when the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is conducting funeral rites, making it impossible for the ceremonies to proceed."

The Qianyan Guard spoke while keeping his head bowed.

Jiang Yan's hand, which was reviewing documents, paused for a moment.

"Denying them peace even after death; do these people not fear retribution!"

Jiang Yan stood up and set down the brush he was holding.

"They are dissatisfied with me, this Chief Steward!"

Jiang Yan's calm voice reached the Qianyan Guard's ears.

With a swish! The Qianyan Guard's entire back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Summon the Qianyan Guards; I will go there personally."

"Yes!"

The Qianyan Guard quickly withdrew to summon the Qianyan Guards.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yan stepped onto the windowsill, leaped down, and flew toward the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Outside the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, a group of men in coarse cloth were holding tools resembling hoes, making a loud scene at the entrance.

Before them, a group of people dressed in dark brown clothing were earnestly explaining something.

"How dare you burn a person's body! Do you not fear that person's soul coming to find you in the middle of the night?!"

One burly man shouted arrogantly.

"As long as I am here, you Wangsheng Funeral Parlor will never be able to operate properly!!"

"Oh?"

"I would very much like to see how you plan to stop the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor from operating."

A clear voice rang out from the sky as Jiang Yan, clad in a dark blue robe, descended from above.

With his unique appearance of silver hair and pointed ears, almost everyone nearby immediately recognized Jiang Yan's identity.

"Immortal Lord!"

"Immortal Lord, you have arrived!"

The surrounding people all called out to Jiang Yan affectionately.

Jiang Yan smiled and nodded to the people around him, then turned his head toward the burly man, whose expression had already changed drastically.

"Come."

Jiang Yan said calmly.

"Let me see how you plan to stop the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor from operating."

His gaze was extremely calm, and there was no expression on his face.