However, Wo Jiu's face was filled with gloom, and his gaze was fierce, as if he hadn't heard their greetings at all.
Wo Jiu's steps were hurried and heavy, each step imbued with a repressed anger, as if it could erupt at any moment.
The atmosphere in the ancestral shrine became especially heavy with Wo Jiu's arrival, and even the air carried an invisible sense of oppression.
The guards of the ancestral shrine exchanged looks, but none dared to speak.
Because they knew that Mr. Jiu was usually dignified, but rarely showed such anger.
The way he was today clearly indicated that something major had occurred.
Under the watch of the ancestral shrine's guards, Wo Jiu finally stopped at the entrance of the ancestral shrine.
His gaze penetrated through the entrance, directly towards the tablets that honored the ancestors of generations.
The anger in Wo Jiu's eyes slightly subsided, replaced by a complex emotion.
He took a deep breath and walked inside the ancestral shrine.
