"Including those three—"
Jiang Xinghai pointed to the three ice coffins in the cargo truck. "Patriarch Yan, you could say we've come with the utmost sincerity. Otherwise, why would we go through all the trouble of collecting the bodies of those three and bringing them to you in ice coffins so they can be properly buried?"
"Divine Doctor Jiang..." Yan Haifeng stared blankly at Jiang Xinghai, at a loss for words.
'In the end, it all comes down to my lack of strength!'
'They've bullied me right at my own doorstep, yet I can't even lash out on the spot!'
"Yes, Divine Doctor Jiang is right. My three brothers were overconfident and deserved to die. They shouldn't have disturbed Divine Doctor Jiang's peaceful cultivation. They're dead, so let them be dead." Yan Haifeng could only force a smile, feeling utterly helpless.
