At exactly seven o’clock.
Wesley and all the soldiers of the Dragon Temple have put on white filial attire made of burlap.
This funeral procession of more than a hundred people is ready to set off.
Lord Banks, who was drunk last night, also got up early and hurried to the grave of the Drake family.
According to the original plan, he was going to Wade Mountain with the funeral procession of Wesley.
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