He Tian Mountain, with layers of rosy clouds.
Although no Golden Core Cultivator came, the Jin Family of He Tian Mountain spared no expense with the rosy clouds and Spiritual Rain, releasing everything.
The scene was grand, though few dared to take it with ease.
Even those in Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment, although eager for treasures and Spiritual Rain, sensed something amiss and stayed far back.
As if afraid of a sudden conflict where they might not have a chance to escape.
After all, this time neither the Golden Core nor strong Purple Mansion figures appeared, nor did any significant youth, raising the chance of a clean-up.
Jin Xuanzhao was naturally suffering at this moment. He repeatedly glanced at the few members of the Ye Family, but after delivering the coffin, they sat there nonchalantly drinking Spirit Tea.
As if they truly came to celebrate, without causing any trouble or arrogance.
Instead, it made him even more puzzled.
