In the great hall, the faces of all changed.
But there was one particular individual, whose thoughts apparently differed from the rest.
It was the eldest legitimate son of the Chen Family Clan, steadfastly guarding in front of the coffin.
"..."
Chen Zilong clenched his teeth tightly, then closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he exhaled a long breath, finally took a step forward, turned around, and walked over to the chair, lifted his robes, and with a thud, knelt down.
Under the watchful and puzzled eyes of numerous clan members.
He first bowed deeply to the Ink Robe youth, and immediately afterwards, used a secret sound transmission spell, "Reporting to the Immortal above, Chen Zilong hereby swears on his life that the Chen Family absolutely has no connection whatsoever with the Aquatic Race. I hope the Immortal's insight sees the truth."
