Suppression

"Hmm? Why is there an empty seat?" Xuan Zhenzi, who was enjoying the compliments of the crowd, looked around and noticed the empty seat in the back row belonging to the Divine Ability realm warriors, furrowing his brows slightly.

How could someone dare to disrespect him like this? Not attending his celebration? Even if this person's entire family perished, they should still come to his celebration!

With a slight movement of his thoughts, all the information flooded into his mind, and Xuan Zhenzi's gaze turned slightly cold. He thought to himself, “Fang Yuan? Fang family? Ignorant!”

With a cold snort in his heart, Xuan Zhenzi's expression turned slightly displeased.

This was the last celebration of his mortal life, but someone dared not to come, which undoubtedly added a bit of regret to this celebration, making it incomplete.