777 My Gratitude Cannot be Expressed with Words

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter!

Tears were rolling off Feng Luan, Qing Yu, and Jiang Xiaonu's cheeks and were dripping on the red wooden chairs while emitting a clear and crisp sound. Many ladies below were also crying while Situ Yinian's smooth shoulders were also shuddering as she sobbed silently.

After Huangfu Taotian finished talking, he gently covered the coffin and poured his essence force into the coffin as it started to radiate runic patterns again. After the coffin cover was sealed, Huangfu Taotian placed the crystal coffin into the ancient divine essence ring and stood up. He then walked out in large strides with steady steps in a proud manner.

His angular face had regained composure, and his eyes were steady and confident. As his green hair fluttered lightly, many ladies were looking at him with intoxicated eyes while many young men were sighing and feeling inferior.