After some time, Chen Xue had already started to clean up her son's corpse and put on his best clothes, and several people had brought a coffin to the Xia Manor. After she finished, they put Xia Han's corpse into the coffin, and they would also hold a funeral ceremony that would last for three days for him.
Meanwhile, Xia Tian was sitting side by side with Jian Wuqing on the rooftop, and he took a pot of drunken immortal wine from his Ancient Sacred Realm. "You must not have drunk my wine for a long time, right?"
"Yes." Jian Wuqing nodded and received the wine; she then smelled it for a moment and sipped a bit before storing the rest in her storage ring. "Your wine is always the best, but you still owe me one debt, remember?"
