Murong Xuan’s Helplessness, The Coffin That Fell During The Prayer Ceremony
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Black Warrior Domain, at the Murong clan.
At this moment, inside the firewood shed, an injured and wound-filled young man shackled with cuffs was lying on the ground.
It was Murong Xuan who had come to participate in the Murong clan's try-out.
Sounds of footsteps were heard from outside the firewood shed.
Several young men and women soon came in as if they had arranged to meet there.
"Oh, I see that you're still alive and well huh, our dear Third Young Master." Looking at Murong Xuan lying inside in the firewood shed, Murong Hai could not help but mock.
"Nonsense, of course, we've got to keep him alive for now. After all, we still have to let him witness the removal of his lowlife mother's remains tomorrow."
A woman smiled jokingly.