All were seized with a violent shudder at the sound.
"Who's there?"
"Who dares cause trouble in the Xuanyuan Family's territory?"
"Clearly courting death."
"Hiss! What is that guy carrying on his shoulder!"
Someone had noticed the object on Yin Tian's shoulder, and their complexion suddenly changed.
"Yin Tian!!"
Xuanyuan Wangting was grinding his teeth as he stared at Yin Tian, never expecting that Yin Tian would actually rush over to cause trouble, bringing such a thing with him!
Yin Tian strode into the Xuanyuan Family's grounds, ignoring the many strange looks from everyone as he made his way directly to a spot three meters opposite Xuanyuan Wangting.
He loosened his grip.
Clang!
With a loud crash, the object he had been carrying on his shoulder fell to the ground.
It was indeed a coffin!
"Yin Tian, what do you mean by this?"
Xuanyuan Wangting's expression was cold as he looked at Yin Tian.
Even now, he managed to remain composed as if nothing was amiss.