Wan Shounian paced to the base of the black coffin.
He only saw strands of inky black gas entwined on the coffin, floating and condensing above it.
Different patterns and shapes began to form.
"You've come," after a long while, a hoarse voice emitted from within the coffin.
The coffin slowly lowered itself.
Wan Shounian nodded, sitting beside the coffin, he let out a long sigh.
"Have you encountered some dilemma that you can't resolve?" the elder inside the coffin asked with a light chuckle.
"Today, a direct lineage descendant of our family had a conflict with the Wenren Family, and was almost beaten to a cripple," Wan Shounian said, frowning.
"Did the Wenren Family's elders join the fight?" the elder within the coffin asked, puzzled.
"That's not the case. It seems the younger generation had a dispute over something to do with Tingyu Pavilion," Wan Shounian shook his head as he spoke.
