Xuan Qing followed Han Yichen's patient explanation while continuing to attack Xuan Tian mercilessly.

"So that's how it is..." Han Yichen narrowed his narrow, long, almond-shaped eyes slightly, gazing deeply at Xuantian. Suddenly, his eyes became cold and sharp, and he said in a low voice, "How dare you, a ghostly demon, bully my master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yichen gathered his energy in his palm without hesitation and slashed towards Xuantian in the coffin.

There was a deafening "bang" sound, and in an instant, the coffin lid that was originally leaning to the side was instantly blown into countless pieces, flying everywhere.

Han Yichen slowly raised his right hand, looked at it again and again with suspicion, and muttered softly, "Hey, how did it go off the mark?"

Seeing the three masters and apprentices attacking Xuantian without explanation, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly said, "Masters, Achen, how about... we listen to him first and see if he is the Grand Master?"

"That's right, that's how it should be." Xuanming stroked his gray beard and nodded.

Xuan Yue, Xuan Qing and Han Yichen stopped what they were doing when they heard this.

Xuantian, who had just returned from the time travel and was still half-conscious, had received a beating. After gradually regaining consciousness, he angrily cursed, "You guys, are you planning to rebel?"

"Big... Senior Brother?" Xuan Yue asked tentatively.

Xuan Qing also looked suspiciously at Xuan Tian, ​​who was sitting in the coffin with a bruised face, and asked uncertainly, "Are you really the eldest brother?"

Han Yichen narrowed his narrow, almond-shaped eyes and looked at Xuantian with a look of scrutiny, "Master?"