The situation had come to this point, yet the Zhang Family members were still somewhat skeptical, whispering amongst themselves, "Is he really the Ancestor?"
"But isn't the old man famous for being rigorous and loving cleanliness?"
"Even if he has achieved cultivation and returned to youth, how does he end up looking like a beggar?"
"Could it be some yellow-mouthed child posing as him, even deceiving our Master Che?"
Zhang Che glanced at Zhang Zidao and lowered his head, "I've disappointed the Ancestor. I've already left the Zhang Family, but was temporarily invited back because you're not here."
"I know, you all think I'm dead. But how could that be?" Zhang Zidao suddenly realized, then looked at Zhang Jia, whom he had kicked to cough up blood, "They invited you to preside over the situation, why is he sitting in my seat?"
"It's just that his seniority is quite high, so..." Zhang Che explained with a frown, coldly sweeping his gaze toward the remaining people.
