Hearing Steward Mo's words, almost everyone present collapsed onto the ground.
Some couldn't believe it.
"Dead, all dead," people said with blank expressions, constantly shaking their heads.
Xu Zimei, however, slightly furrowed his brow; the events indeed had taken an unexpected turn.
"Grieve properly, I had already told you this beforehand," Steward Mo said, shaking his head dispassionately.
He continued, "The inheritance is not so easily obtained, and the City Lord is also prepared to seal it away."
At this moment, the atmosphere in the great hall was very tranquil.
No one spoke, despite being mentally prepared beforehand.
Yet, inside, they found it impossible to accept this outcome.
"Rest for a while, later I will have the servants take you out of the mansion," Steward Mo said blandly.
"At that time, I can give each of you ten Spirit Stones, as a small consolation."
