"Hehe, a... cultivator used Zeng Jing's former body to enter the ancestral hall! This had nothing to do with Zeng Jing!" Xiao Hua was now weak to the extreme, so he kept it brief. "That cultivator has already been slain by this Xiao! As for who he was, this Xiao does not know. If nothing unexpected happened, he should have been connected to some Confucian cultivator family!"
"Mhm, then... he deserved to die!" How could Zhu Cheng fail to understand? Since that Confucian cultivator had tracked them here, his family had certainly been one of the Confucian cultivator families that had persecuted the three families—perhaps even the chief culprit. And since he could make use of Zeng Jing's former body, his strength far surpassed Zhu Cheng's. Even if Zhu Cheng knew his identity, it would be useless. Yet hatred still lingered in his heart, and he muttered viciously.
Xiao Hua placed the battered wooden statue back atop the offering table and said regretfully, "What a pity. That True Explanation of the Heavenly Book was destroyed as well..."
At this point, Xiao Hua's eyes lit up, and he smiled. "If possible, I must trouble you three immortal friends!"
"What happened? Is this the ancestral hall? When... when did I enter the ancestral hall?" After Xun Qing woke Zeng Jing, he frowned deeply and clutched his aching head. Looking around, he cried out in stunned confusion.
"Ancestor..." Zhu Cheng did not answer Zeng Jing's question. Instead, he knelt before the wooden statue once more and prayed. Xun Qing naturally joined him, while Zeng Jing did not dare be negligent and likewise recited words that somehow seemed familiar. Once the three had finished praying, three-colored radiance indeed flashed over the offering table, and another True Explanation of the Heavenly Book appeared.
"Good!" Xiao