"Shilang," Ran Yan said.
Ran Yunsheng looked up from the bottom of the stairs to Ran Yan's calm and waveless expression. For some reason, he sensed a hint of dejection. Thus, he reined in his smile and began walking up, while asking, "What's the matter?"
"Master Huai Yin has passed away," Ran Yan stepped down the stairs and took Ran Yunsheng by the hand to descend. Watching a cremation wasn't a beautiful sight, especially when it was someone like Master Huai Yin who had just recently died.
"Passed away? Master Huai Yin was in the prime of his life, how could he have passed away?" Ran Yunsheng was full of confusion, but seeing that Ran Yan didn't seem willing to explain, he didn't probe further.
Ran Yunsheng turned to look back and saw a man in a purple round-necked robe standing at the door. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and greeted him with a bow, "I greet you, Assistant Minister Xiao."
