"What?! My good grandson died without a whole corpse?!"
Inside the ancestral hall of the Xu Family, Matriarch Xu stood in place. Though over a hundred years old, her appearance was indistinguishable from that of a woman in her forties.
She held a string of prayer beads in her hand, her face free of sorrow or joy. Yet, through her tone, the descendants all around could tell that the head of the Xu Family, who had almost never been truly angry, was furious.
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