That day, the bell rang.
The enormous golden bell shone with a dazzling radiance.
The heavenly stems and earthly branches upon it kept changing.
Its pointer spun madly toward a certain direction.
The elder guarding the golden bell's expression changed.
He was already very old, his beard and hair both white as snow.
He wore a gray scholar's robe.
At that moment, he had been dozing off.
After all, the days spent guarding the bell were dull.
As a forbidden ground of the Chen Family, few people normally came here.
Yet although the old man had been dozing,
his divine soul had been spread throughout the surroundings.
At the slightest trace of anything unusual, the faintest rustle of wind or grass,
he would know at once.
After all, how important was the golden bell? How could its keeper possibly be some unknown nobody?
This old man had once been famous far and wide in his youth.
He had rendered great service to the Chen Family.
No matter who saw him, they had to address him as Third Granduncle.
Now, as he dozed, he was awakened by the sound of the bell.
The instant he saw the bell's changes, he understood.
He sank his qi into his dantian and gave a low shout.
"All elders of the third generation and above, come at once."
His voice was not loud, yet it echoed throughout the entire Chen Family.
Almost everyone could hear it.
The moment Third Granduncle spoke, every powerful expert immediately put down what they were doing.
One after another, they rose into the air, their momentum like a rainbow, gathering toward the great bell.
The Chen Family's current head was named Chen Jinglei.
It was said that when he had been born, thunder had shaken heaven and earth for an