Jiang Ning saw his family ancestor kneel down and was so frightened that he quickly jumped aside. Before he could understand what was happening, a Jiang family cultivator hiding in the dark had already grabbed him out from a distance.
The Jiang family cultivators and the officers all turned their eyes to the main hall.
With a cold snort from Chi Yu Zi, all eyes receded like a tide, but the private exchanges of divine thoughts did not stop.
Half a month ago, Jiang Ning had already been bragging about entertaining a Jiang family ancestor and the True Martial Demon Cleansing Venerable at his home.
Few believed the former because the Jiang family only had a history of about eight hundred years, and any random Taoist temple in the cultivation world could be much older. The latter's reputation was extraordinary, capable of making children stop crying.
The first reaction of the Jiang family direct line was to see it as a joke.
