Whose honorific title is it?

At Zi village.

When Qiao ciguang and the others returned, they immediately headed to the big house on the east side of the village.

At this moment, the mansion was completely silent.

After they walked in, they immediately saw the individual cultivators who had participated in the funeral sitting in the corridor. Their faces were still pale and their eyes were full of fear. They had not recovered yet.

The cultivators who didn't go surrounded the area with ugly expressions.

It was obvious that they had just asked their companions about the details of the funeral and were not optimistic about their situation.

"Junior Sister Zhang, light a furnace of spirit-Cleansing Incense for everyone." Upon seeing this, Qiao ciguang instructed softly.

Zhang Jing nodded and immediately took out a simple and unadorned gilded duck incense burner from her storage bag. She inserted a light brown incense and lit it.

Instantly, a light fragrance filled the air.