The first arrow was merely aimed at the Zhang family door, representing the Noble Zhang Family, not too lofty to reach.
But the second arrow was unexpectedly fierce and wild.
The first arrow borrowed the resentment from the City of the Dead, shaking the entire Zhang family and shortening the blessings and lifespans of the Man Clan. When the second arrow landed on the lonely grave, it suddenly summoned endless cries of ghosts and wails of gods.
The true head of the Zhang family had just been startled by the strange movements of the ancestors in the Ancestral Hall. Rushing over, he saw the scattered ancestral tablets. Amidst his uncontrollable fury, he looked northward to see a mass of dark clouds rolling in.
At that moment, even his voice of anger and rebuke was swallowed back, his gaze slipping into a distant focus. Where did this monstrous curse power come from?
In shock, he saw figures moving back and forth as servants within the clan hurried to report:
