"Sir."
That day, Wang Chen was cultivating in the quiet room when Xiao He hurried to the door and said softly, "Clan Patriarch Chen just sent someone over to invite you to the Three-Surname Ancestral Hall."
Wang Chen abruptly opened his eyes. "Did they say what it was about?"
Xiao He replied, "They said it concerns Old Chen's family at the eastern end of the village and requires your judgment."
Fighting over the inheritance...
Wang Chen's lips twitched.
He was a dignified Purple Mansion Adept, yet he had to meddle in someone else's household affairs. Where was his prestige?
But as the village chief, such matters did fall within his duties!
"Mm, I understand."
After having Xiao He send the visitor away, Wang Chen did not rise in any hurry.
He first changed into a different robe, then strolled out and mounted his Big Green Donkey.
Unhurriedly, he made his way to the Three-Surname Ancestral Hall.
More than ninety percent of Datian Village's residents belonged to the Huang, Chen, and Xu clans. It was said that their ancestors had been sworn brothers who founded the village together.
Thus, the ancestral hall had been built and was used jointly.
By the time Wang Chen arrived at the ancestral hall, it was already packed with villagers eager to watch the excitement.
Chen Anhe was among them.
"Greetings, Village Chief."
The white-haired old cultivator hurriedly saluted Wang Chen. "I must trouble you to intervene, sir. This old man is truly ashamed."
He wore an expression that said, I am deeply ashamed and uneasy, but I truly have no other choice.
This old fox!
Wang Chen waved a hand. "What exactly happened that even you cannot resolve?"
A single village had three major clans. Under normal circumstances, matters involving one's own clan and surname