Chapter 1160: Seventy Years of a Wretched Life, Half Spent Chasing Empty Fame

Justin Joslin and the others turned toward the entrance. Several middle-aged men strode into the front hall, chins raised and chests puffed out. Their followers carried a huge wreath, with two men supporting it from either side. A black-on-white funeral couplet hung from the wreath. "Seventy years of a wretched life, half spent chasing empty fame." The few short words dripped with contempt. Justin's eyes narrowed as he read them. Anger surged through him. The young men gathered before the memorial...