After finishing his statement, Zhou Xuan waited in place.
About half a minute passed, and Zhou Xuan heard the "clack clack" sound, which came from the masks hanging on the main doors of the inner courtyard of the Zhou Family's Troupe, colliding with each other as if in a gust of wind.
The golden signboard of the Zhou Family's Troupe was the Zhou Family's Nuo drama, so the troupe hung Nuo drama masks with ropes on the doors, windowsills, and flagpoles, in both the inner and outer courtyards.
These masks were made of wood and coated with tung oil, making them heavy and rot-resistant. Usually, a breeze couldn't make them move much, only during storms could they lightly collide.
But at this moment in Ping Shui Prefecture, the weather was sunny and calm, yet the Nuo drama masks were clapping noisily.
"It is the Nuo God responding to me."
Zhou Xuan thought.
