Ten breaths later, everyone saw the figure of the martial artist from the Profound Yellow Sect disappear in the light screen.
"We've won!"
Seeing the figure of the martial artist from the Profound Yellow Sect disappear, the people present didn't dare to confirm until Wei Chuzhi's words "We've won" were spoken, and the scene erupted in thunderous cheers.
"We won, Senior Brother Lin actually won!"
"It's truly an eye-opener, I didn't expect Martial Path could be cultivated like this!"
Zhao Jingchuan and others marveled, while Father Lin and Mrs. Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. A smile appeared on Jia Nanzhu's old face, and the bulging veins on his originally thin arm also subsided.
"Village Chief, should we hold an ancestral ceremony?"
Amidst the villagers' cheers, the second member of the Xu Family quietly asked the old village chief, Zhao Canghe.
Zhao Canghe glared at the second member of the Xu Family, irritated. Can ancestral ceremonies be held so frequently?
