Instigated To The Point Of Spitting Blood And Passing Away

"Sister Su!" Feng Tianjiao's little face instantly turned red from embarrassment and anger as she glanced at Su Qian coquettishly.

Su Qian couldn't help but laugh. In the end, everyone looked at each other and smiled.

After chatting with Feng Tianjiao and the others for a while longer, Su Qian finally brought the children back.

The next day was the day of Ancestor Su's funeral.

As far as the eye could see, the Su family's courtyard was covered in white. All the relatives of the Su family were wearing mourning clothes, their faces marked with tears as they welcomed the guests.

This time, the funeral for Ancestor Su was grandly organized. The entrance of the Su family was adorned with layers of wreaths, and the guests arrived in a constant stream. People from various sects received the invitations and couldn't afford not to come. The carriages of various forces almost blocked the main street. The scene was especially grand.