Qin Siyao, dressed in sackcloth and mourning attire, held Xiao Mo's spirit tablet as she walked at the very front of the funeral procession.
The citizens of the capital lined the streets to see him off.
Many women wailed at the sight of the Frost King's casket, some even crying until they fainted to the ground.
「Outside the city.」
Generals such as Xiahou Nan, Lian Li, and Li Jing, along with the Northern Wilderness's Snow-Trampling Dragon Cavalry and Heavy Armor infantry, stood in formation on both sides of the road, lining the path from the city gates all the way to the Xiao Family's ancestral lands.
"A send-off for the Frost King!"
Li Jing shouted.
WOOO—
As Li Jing's voice fell, the sound of a charging horn echoed through the heavens.
DONG! DONG DONG!!!
The million soldiers, their eyes red, struck their armor with their weapons, seeing the Frost King off on his final journey.
Xiao Mo's cenotaph was buried beside Zhou Ruoxi.
