After some time, Chen Xue had already started to clean up her son's corpse and put on his best clothes, and several people had brought a coffin to the Xia Manor. After she finished, they put Xia Han's corpse into the coffin, and they would also hold a funeral ceremony that would last for three days for him.
Meanwhile, Xia Tian was sitting side by side with Jian Wuqing on the rooftop, and he took a pot of drunken immortal wine from his Ancient Sacred Realm. "You must not have drunk my wine for a long time, right?"
"Yes." Jian Wuqing nodded and received the wine; she then smelled it for a moment and sipped a bit before storing the rest in her storage ring. "Your wine is always the best, but you still owe me one debt, remember?"
"Hey, of course, I remember about that." Xia Tian said with a chuckle, he had also expected that Jian Wuqing would say that to him because he knew her character very well. "But we will only do it after my big brother's death ceremony is over."
