"Sun Zhengfei, ha ha, what brings your Brother Alliance to my place today?"
Murong Bei breathed calmly, and despite the rage in his heart, he still maintained a facade of nonchalance.
"Today is the birthday of Senior Mr. Murong. It would be disrespectful for us brothers not to show up. Here," Sun Zhengfei said arrogantly, turned around, and pointing to the black coffin behind him, he continued:
"Knowing that Senior Mr. Murong has aged and doesn't have long to live, we've especially chosen a coffin for the senior as a gift. Made of sandalwood, guaranteed to preserve his body for more than ten years!"
"What are you saying, with no respect for your words, shut up!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Su Xuejiao couldn't help but stand up and roar at Sun Zhengfei. "What has my grandfather ever done to you, to deserve this? You came here today on purpose to provoke and go too far!"