The four elders rushed toward the mountain.
Yang Tian quickly followed them.
This piece of the Immortal Realm was an illusory space carved out by the four elders using mana. The hall on the mountain was resplendent and brilliantly lit.
When Yang Tian arrived at the hall, he saw an elder sitting on the dragon throne, his expression cold and grim.
Li Da stood in the hall, his expression defiant: "My sister is dead, and her relics were meant for her daughter. You have no right to keep them!"
"Li Da, did you return just to tell me this?"
The elder suddenly picked up a glass of red wine.
"My relationship with you ended twenty years ago. Do you still expect me to return and see you off?"
Li Da sneered coldly.
Pa!
The elder exerted some strength with his hand and smashed the wine glass: "You are my son. Is it not natural for you to see me off?"
"You abolished my cultivation for your own gain and killed my sister. You should have expected this day to come!"
Li Da said sternly.
