Seven o’clock sharp.
The Waldron family’s ancestral grave.
Porter and all the other War Generals from Ten Thousand Armies had already changed into their white mourning clothes made out of burlap.
This funeral procession of one hundred men was already set to depart.
Cadfan, who had gotten drunk last night, also woke up early, and he hurriedly arrived at the Waldron family’s ancestral grave.
According to the original plan, Cadfan was supposed to follow the funeral procession up to Mount Win