Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 558

Just as Isaac's private plane left for Cloud City, a fleet of black cars drove out of a funeral parlor in Pecling and headed toward a quiet building in the city center.

Armed guards stood at the entrance, forbidding pedestrians and vehicles from coming within 100 yards of the house. It was clear that someone esteemed was residing there.

The second car's door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a black dress walked into the house carrying an urn. She looked mournful.

Many had gathered in the main hall. Garrett, in the lead, was an elderly man in his sixties, wearing a black suit. He held a cane and stood by the doorway, looking around outside, eyes reddened.

When he saw the woman carrying the urn, he couldn't help reaching out with his trembling hands to take it from her.

"Oh, my dear grandson. How did you end up in this little container?" he sobbed. The other members of the Isbell family behind him wiped their tears.

"Dad, my husband's gone, and now my only son too. How am I supp