Zhang Zhengchang was Zhang Maocheng's uncle, Zhang Liuzhen's granduncle, and Zhang Li's elder uncle. Yet neither Zhang Liuzhen nor Zhang Li showed him any mercy.
The clan members had fought to this point, enraging the two old ancestors beyond measure. Only then did they step in to quell the unrest, and both sides had suffered serious injuries.
But before they could question anyone, the gates were pounded with loud bangs, and Pan Yun's voice carried into the rear courtyard.
The Celestial Master's Mansion had raised its barrier, becoming a world unto itself. Anyone with a shred of sense knew to stay as far away as possible at such a time.
Yet someone had actually pressed up against the barrier and called for the gates to be opened.
The two old ancestors knew at once that the visitor was no simple person. All that shouting was merely a tiger disguised as a pig.
She sounded rather young. They had only been in seclusion for a few years—when had the children outside become so lively?
Seeing the two old ancestors frown, someone immediately stepped forward to explain.
The two old ancestors who had just emerged from seclusion swiftly pieced together the current situation from their descendants.
The one calling at the gate was a disciple of Mount Sanqing, Wang Fei Yin's junior sister, Mountain God Pan Gong's final disciple, and the Ming Dynasty's new Imperial Preceptor.
"Imperial Preceptor?" Zhang Xuefang sneered. "The Ming Dynasty's Imperial Preceptor has actually gone to someone outside the Zhang Family? What is Zhang Zijin doing?"
Everyone fell silent. Zhang Liuzhen gave a faint smile, then bowed slightly when Zhang Xuefang shot him a sharp look. "In reply to Ancestor, Granduncle has strictly abided by the agreement with the Grand Ancestor High Emperor. Unless a cultivator endangers the