An unknown nobody—those four words from Zhuang Haoyun left the four Daoists stunned.
Although everyone on Azure Mountain was deeply dissatisfied with this man, they knew perfectly well that someone like him was already an extraordinarily powerful figure in society.
Even in terms of cultivation, his ancestors had produced some formidable people.
They had never imagined that Zhuang Haoyun could be so humble toward someone.
The four Daoists carefully studied Yang Yuxin, unable to stop themselves from secretly wondering just who this woman was.
Manager Yang had no intention of stealing the spotlight. She silently took two steps back. "Master Feng, please carry on."
"It's fine. I'm almost done anyway." Feng Jun rose to his feet, put the Ancestral Tablet away, and closed the briefcase.
Then he glanced at Zhuang Haoyun. "You'll keep this Ancestral Tablet for now."
"Ahem, ahem." Daoist Master Ma coughed heavily twice. "Fellow Daoist Feng, we would have nothing to say if you kept the Ancestral Tablet. But having President Zhuang, an outsider, safeguard it... is that appropriate?"
Feng Jun shook his head slightly. "It's only inconvenient for me to keep it. As for why... you'll find out later."
Daoist Master Ma considered it and guessed the other man was not speaking without reason.
But many things in this world had to be attempted even when one knew they could not be done. "Then taking the Ancestral Tablet from him is an inevitable choice... I hope Fellow Daoist Feng can understand."
There were only four of them at Luohua Manor right now, but if they spread the word, they could summon hundreds of fellow disciples overnight. If that was not enough, they could also call in believers and protectors.
If Azure Mountain was not afraid of losing face, they could even call on fellow cultivators from