Sending coffins on the Chen family's day of great joy, and sending as many as fifty-six at that, the implicit meaning needs no explanation.
The third son of the Chen family was extremely pale with rage as he hurriedly left through the main gate.
The others followed in silence.
A group of people arrived at the door and saw a distance away a number of rosewood coffins covered with black cloth, exactly fifty-six!
"You little bastard, I want you torn into ten thousand pieces!"
Even Chen Yingzheng, who usually possessed a good temperament and cultivation, exploded with rage at this moment.
After he growled these words through clenched teeth, he struck out with his right hand, shattering a stone lion in front of the gate.
And many other Sect Masters also stepped forward to speak.
"This Master Chen of Nanjing has truly gone too far. To send coffins on the Chen family's day of great celebration."