"Brother Yi, alas, please accept my condolences. To be honest, today someone has also stolen the valuables that we had on us."
A group of people, unwavering in their disbelief of supernatural forces, wandered around the vast Yi Family estate before having to admit a fact—the Yi Family had truly fallen into decline.
Just the accumulation of withered leaves in the courtyard was a foot thick, a hefty layer of dust covered every piece of surviving furniture within the mansion, and each detail exuded an air of decline like the setting sun.
Considering the embarrassment Yi Chen faced during today's thanksgiving ceremony and the chilly wind in the courtyard, this group of once imposing young masters had no choice but to stand down.
Among them, a kind-hearted and chubby young man took out a green Jade Coin from his socks before leaving and handed it to Yi Chen.
The group had arrived with great momentum, and now they left in a grand, disorganized retreat, resembling a rabble.
