"Boom!"
The Xuan Wood Coffin lid exploded open.
A thin, hunched old man flew out of the Xuan Wood Coffin.
Ye Xuan was instantly startled, his expression changing dramatically, watching the withered old man as if facing a great enemy.
The old man's body was emaciated, his skin dry like a mummified corpse, his cold and dry eyes deeply set in his sockets, his gaze as sharp as a steel hook, fixing on Ye Xuan.
"Young man, daring to sneak in here to steal without permission, is that appropriate?"
The old man looked at Ye Xuan with a cold glare and questioned him.
"...I wouldn't call it stealing, I call it taking openly and above board."
Ye Xuan's demeanor became serious, saying earnestly, "After all, aren't you from the Yuwen Family? How can it be called stealing when I take this right from under your nose?"
"Hmm, there's indeed some reason to that."
