Wan Shou Nian paced beneath the black coffin.
Wisps of inky-black gas coiled around the coffin, drifting and gathering above it.
They condensed into all kinds of patterns and shapes.
"You're here," an aged voice finally sounded from within the coffin after a long while.
The coffin slowly descended.
Wan Shou Nian nodded, sat beside the coffin, and let out a long sigh.
"Have you run into something difficult to decide again?" the old man in the coffin asked with a light chuckle.
"Today, the direct descendants of the Lineage had a conflict with the Wenren Family. They were beaten until they were nearly crippled," Wan Shou Nian said with a frown.
"Did any elders from the Wenren Family join the fight?" the old man in the coffin asked doubtfully.
"No. It seems the juniors clashed over Tingyu Pavilion," Wan Shou Nian shook his head and replied.
"Are the juniors of this generation really so worthless?" the old man in the coffin said with a smile.
"Then what are you troubled over?"
"I have always advocated letting the juniors settle their own affairs.
"But this time, the Wenren Family's junior went a little too far. Hong'er was nearly beaten into ruin. Fortunately, we still have Body Sculpting Pills."
Wan Shou Nian said hesitantly, "And if we show no reaction to this incident, what will the others in Fengyu City think?
Will they think our Wan Family is afraid of the Wenren Family?"
"Then do what your heart tells you to do," the old man in the coffin replied.
"But I'm struggling with how far to take it," Wan Shou Nian said thoughtfully.
"If they are willing to apologize and offer compensation, that would be fine.
But what if they refuse to apologize?
Could we really go to war with the