One Way

Many couldn't believe what they were seeing. In fact, maybe on Dyon continued to maintain a deadpan expression, as though this was how things should be.

Chenglei's mouth opened and closed. But in the end, he didn't dare to say a word. Even if he had the thought to, the pressure the ancestor was weighing down on everything right now would have tore his words into nothingness.

Minutes passed by as the flow of treasures just seemed without end.

The ancestor even brought out hundreds of other coffins, opening them up one by one and taking out their valuables. In fact, under Dyon's gaze, he grit his teeth and left the coffins themselves as well. How could the materials used to bury such experts be mediocre?

However, the ancestor did feel a bit better about this. In his eyes, if he had to sacrifice for the good of the clan, they had to sacrifice too.