The Person Hidden Behind

When the gray-robed old man walked out from the rear courtyard, he was still carrying that old plane in his hand.

He was the proprietor of Old Wang's Coffin Shop.

The old man with one blind eye, who had spent three days and three nights making Sun Changtai's coffin.

Everyone in the courtyard was utterly dumbfounded.

Sun Changtai froze as well.

"What are you doing in the rear courtyard of my Sun Family?"

The old man ignored him.

Looking at the intact jade pendant in Chen Changqing's palm, he suddenly began to laugh.

At first, it was only a low chuckle.

But soon, his laughter grew louder and louder, shaking the cups and dishes on the wine tables until they kept bouncing.

"Hahahaha!"

"Half a lifetime."

"This old man hid in this wretched city, making coffins for the dead and playing the grandson for the living, all for the day I'd been waiting for!"

As his words fell, the gray robe around the old man suddenly billowed.

An aura far surpassing the Purple Mansion and Golden Core stages erupted from his body.

The red silk in the courtyard shattered inch by inch under the shockwave.

The stone tiles cracked.

Many guests were crushed to their knees by that oppressive might, unable even to raise their heads.

Elder Zhao's expression changed on the spot.

"Half-step True Lord!"

The moment those four words were spoken, Sun Changtai's legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed.

Wang Deshan lay sprawled on the ground, the tiny flicker of luck that had just surfaced on his face instantly shattered.

A half-step True Lord.

In a place like Windcloud City, even a Late Golden Core Stage cultivator could swagger around unhindered.

A half-step True Lord was enough to uproot every family here, roots and all.

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