The people in the ancestral hall did not look back and completely missed the fact that someone had approached from behind while Zhang Da stood by the door, his face full of righteous enthusiasm, shouting:
"I spent a string of coins to get this portrait. Look at this hideous appearance. If Chen Qianhu were here, he would surely intimidate those White Lotus Evil People!"
Chen Yi's expression stiffened slightly.
Beside him, Yin Tingxue couldn't hold back and let out a laugh.
Huh!
Suddenly, a burst of laughter intruded, causing everyone to quickly turn around, all taken aback.
Then they all took a few steps back, showing expressions of tension, anger, hostility, or suspicion, grabbing benches, picking up wine jugs, clutching wine bowls, waiting for someone to give an order.
After a moment, it was the village chief who first reacted and asked in a loud voice, "Daoist, where are you coming from?"
