Although Zhong Xiang was praising him, Zhang Chen felt she was cursing him—and cursing him viciously at that.
The Zhang Family truly deserved to be an Ancient Clan passed down for who knew how many tens of thousands of years. They had quite a few tricks for preserving their lives. As the direct descendants of the Zhang Family continued to gather, Third Uncle-Grandfather opened a mechanism within the Ancestral Hall. Beneath it appeared a hidden passage three meters high and two meters wide. Countless wall niches lined the passage, each holding Lamp Oil refined from demon beast fat, illuminating the entire corridor.
The underground passage had been designed with extraordinary ingenuity. Though it was dark and never saw the light of day, the air circulated normally, and it did not feel stuffy or hot.
As groups of people entered the passage, Zhang Chen stood in a pavilion within the courtyard, looking down upon the entire compound from above. At that moment, the Zhang Family estate had entered a state of tight defense. No matter who it was, they were permitted to enter but not leave. Anyone who entered the courtyard would immediately be watched by the guards.
The Zhang Family had issued such orders out of helpless necessity. Great Victory Dynasty spies were everywhere, and many within the Zhang Family had unclear ties to the Great Victory Royal Family. If another Zhang Shenqi who sided with the royal family emerged, the Zhang Family's destruction would come this very day.
Although Zhang Chen cultivated the Immortal Dao and had entered the Twelfth Order, the Great Victory Dynasty was not weak either. No matter how strong he was, killing the Great Victory Dynasty's experts would take time. With that much time, the Great Victory Dynasty could wipe out the Zhang Family eight