Jiang Ning saw his own ancestor kneeling down and was so startled that he jumped aside.
Before he could understand the situation, a Jiang family cultivator hiding in the dark had already grabbed him from a distance.
The Jiang family cultivator and the attendants all directed their gazes toward the hall.
At the sound of Chi Yuzi's cold snort, every eye turned away like a receding tide, but private mental exchanges did not cease.
Two weeks ago, Jiang Ning had boasted about hosting an ancestor of the Jiang family alongside the True Martial Slaughtering Demons Celestial Venerable.
The former was hardly believable, as the Jiang family had barely eight hundred years of history, and any random Taoist temple could have a longer lineage.
The latter was a name that could silence a child’s cries.
The first reaction of the Jiang family’s direct line was to laugh it off.
Yet, when Jiang Ning truly brought someone back, and the Second Ancestor appeared to greet them, everyone realized that something was amiss.
Could it be that the Jiang family had an ancestor who had not entered the world? And with the True Martial Slaughtering Demons Celestial Venerable accompanying them, who could these entities be?