"Grandpa!"
Standing behind Luo Chen, Mi Li cried out heartrendingly upon seeing this.
Luo Chen furrowed his brows slightly, quietly stepping back.
Listening to Miao Wen's words, it sounded as though Mi Shuhua had not yet died?
Thud!
The coffin lid was directly lifted up.
It was empty except for a heap of splendid garments.
Miao Wen took a glance and then turned around.
"A tomb with only clothing?"
Sikong Yuanhong's face was red with shame and anger, "We don't have the Clan Chief's body, so we could only make a garment tomb."
"Is that so..."
Miao Wen frowned slightly, smacking his lips.
Then he looked at these twenty-odd members of the Mi family.
He shook his head, "In that case, there's no need to keep you all alive."
The next moment, a sword light spewed from his mouth.
In an instant, it crossed the emptiness.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
