Chapter 234: Sleep

"Lord Canon, are you alright?" the stronger guards heard the news of the massacre in the mansion and came running in. When they arrived, they were presented with quite a few dead guards and maids, followed by the young lord and their lord.

Zand was still holding his father and crying, but the sound had quietened a lot by now.

Ning was still to the side looking at the scene in front of him with a sad but frowning face. He wanted some answers, yet the perpetrator was dead. However, he didn't have the heart to scold someone like Zand right now.

"Don't move," the guards shouted as they pointed their spears towards Ning.

Ning couldn't help but frown when he saw this. He wasn't in the mood to fight with random people right now.

"Drop your weapons," Zand ordered suddenly.

"Young lord, but this man—"

"He is my savior. Treat him with respect," he shouted again. His body was fully healed so he didn't need to worry about overexerting it right now.

Ning looked at Zand with a hint of surprise. It seemed that despite the tragedy he just had to go through, he was still conscious enough about the surroundings that he didn't let Ning get harassed by his soldiers.

Ning sighed. "I'm leaving," he said and walked out. As soon as he was out of anyone's vision, he teleported to Famir's place.

"Eh, senior. You're back," Mavenna said with a little bit of surprise. "Oh my god, what happened to you?" she asked in concern. Despite having changed his clothes after his raid on the bandit, he had yet again managed to ruin this cloth.

"Sigh, don't mind this. I'm not in a mood to talk, I just want to go rest," he said and walked into one of the rooms and lay down on the bed.

He also felt a little bloated since he hadn't yet refined the Aether he had gained in the cave. He needed to purify it so he could add more.

However, sleep came first.

He didn't see any dreams or nightmares. He just slept peacefully.

"Senior! Senior!"

Ning woke up from his sleep after who knew how many hours. He looked to the side and saw that Famir was back.

"Oh, you returned? Alright, go away for now. Let me sleep," Ning said and went back to sleep.

"Senior, there is somebody here to meet you," Famir said.

"Who?" Ning asked as he stood up. In front of him was a man slightly older than Famir, but way more mature. He was wearing white robes and pants. It was unusual to see someone so colorless in this place.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in confusion as he looked at the man in front of him.

It was none other than Zand. Zand looked a lot more noble-like now, but the white didn't really suit him.

"I'm here for my father's funeral, Doctor," Zand said.

"Your father's funeral?" Ning was a little surprised. It had only been a few hours, and yet Zand had not only fixed his mood but was already here to cremate his father.

"I thought you would be more devastated by your father's death. How did you get over the pain so easily," Ning asked.

"Well, I'm still sad, but I couldn't keep on crying. It is up to me to become the new lord of the family and deal with the different problems. Besides, 3 days is surprisingly enough for one to get his emotions under check," Zand said.

"Huh? 3 days? What 3 days?" Ning asked.

"Senior, it's been 3 days since you started sleeping," Famir said. "I was worried something must've happened to you, but Mavenna stopped me from waking you up."

"I wouldn't have woken you up now either, but this felt like a real emergency," Famir said.

"I slept for 3 days?" Ning was a little surprised. Ning had forgotten now that he didn't have access to Qi, he was just a mortal. Thanks to his body and early level Aether, he could go by without sleep for a while.

However, going without sleep for as long as he did was really not advised at all. Finally, his fatigue and lack of sleep had all caught up to him.

"Sigh, I should take care of my body more," Ning said to himself.

"So, you said you are here for your father's funeral, right?" Ning asked.

"Yes. I wanted to send him away at the Peak of Afterlife, as well as the rest of the people. At the same time, I also want to see the cave that turned my brother into the maniac he was," Zand said.

"Sigh, okay. Let's go. I wanted to go back sometimes too," Ning said and stood up. He told Famir to just stay there by himself with his sister while he went with Zand.

Ning walked outside to see nearly 50 men with some sort of pot above their heads. "Did so many people die?" Ning asked.

"My brother killed a lot of people that were in the house that day just to get to me. So, over 50 people ended up dying. Their family members came for the funeral. "

"Today, I will take them to the peak of Afterlife and help their family members reach the heavens," Zand said with a proud and determined face.

"Good luck, kid," Ning said and decided to follow them.

"By the way, Doctor. When I was paralyzed, I heard that you made a pact or some sort of bet with my father? Did you ever get paid for it?" Zand asked.

"Yes, I did make a bet, and I won. Although I couldn't use it at the time, I still had a bet with your father. He was supposed to listen to what I say," Ning said.

"Umm... Doctor, while I may not be my father, I can certainly fulfill his bet on his behalf," Zand started speaking.

"Oh, you can?" Ning was a little surprised that a person that been in paralysis for so long was going to answer him. However, He needed answers, so he agreed to ask.

"Let's start with, why were you paralyzed in the first place?"