When the gray-robed old man walked out of the rear courtyard, he was still carrying that old hand plane.
He was the proprietor of Old Wang 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 dumbfounded.
Sun Changtai was stunned as well.
"How are you in my Sun Family's rear courtyard?"
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, the laughter grew louder and louder, shaking the cups and dishes on the wine tables in the courtyard until they continually bounced.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Half a lifetime."
"This old man hid in this wretched city, making coffins for the dead and playing the grandson for the living, all while waiting for this day!"
As his words fell—
The gray robe on the old man's body suddenly billowed.
An aura far surpassing the Purple Mansion and Golden Core realms erupted from within him.
The red silk decorations in the courtyard shattered inch by inch from the shockwave.
The paving stones cracked.
Quite a few guests were forced to their knees by the pressure, 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 went weak, and he nearly collapsed.
Wang Deshan lay sprawled on the ground, the faint trace of luck that had just surfaced on his face instantly shattering.
A Half-Step True Lord.
In a place like Wind Cloud City, even a late-stage Golden Core cultivator could swagger about sideways.
A Half-Step True Lord was enough to uproot every Lineage here.
Who could have imagined that a