Boom boom boom—
Before the Myriad Swords Divine Mausoleum, the people shouted themselves hoarse.
At that moment, no one looked at Lin Jie and the others with their icy expressions anymore. Instead, all eyes locked onto their Second Master Lin!
Under the gaze of countless people, Lin Xiao's eyes were crimson, old tears streaming down his face.
He took out a wooden sword, trembling as he walked onto the altar!
He held the wooden sword upright, pressing it against his lips and the bridge of his nose, its tip pointing toward the heavens.
Thud!
He dropped to his knees, tears pouring down like rain.
"Ancestors, I, Old Second Lin, still have a thousand years left to live!"
Bracing himself against the wooden sword, he kowtowed heavily three times, then raised his head to look at the Myriad Swords Divine Mausoleum.
"For these thousand years, I will burn every drop of blood in my body for the Lin Clan, repaying all my fellow clansmen who have placed such high hopes in this old man today!"
Bang!
His forehead slammed heavily into the altar once more.
That sincere, weighty impact rang through the Myriad Swords Divine Mausoleum!
It could be heard clearly even outside.
Below the altar, Dongshen Yue bit down on her own arm to keep herself from crying aloud and embarrassing herself before her grandsons and granddaughters.
Perhaps only she understood what this moment meant to Lin Xiao.
It was not merely a return to the ancestral hall, nor merely the chance to steer the Lin Clan.
It was also that number.
Seventy-five percent!
"Grandfather has won over seventy-five percent of them. Leave the remaining twenty-five percent to me."
Li Tianming looked at the old man's thin shoulders and drew a deep breath.
The overall situation had been decided!
Lin