Ling Han followed Ding Xiaochen to the ancestral shrine of the Ding Clan.
The Ding Clan was huge, and this was obvious from their possession of a magnificent mountain that soared into the clouds. How was this a clan? Their land was even larger than an entire city of the Ancient Realm!
Thus, even though they were both Saint Kings, it still took them almost an entire hour to reach the ancestral shrine.
This was a golden shrine that was radiating with a majestic and dignified aura. It was both noble and solemn.
However, Ling Han suddenly shook his head, and said, "What a pity, what an absolute pity."
'Pity what?' Ding Xiaochen asked in his mind.
However, he didn't voice his question to Ling Han. After all, conversing with Ling Han would never end well for him. He certainly didn't want to seek humiliation again. Moreover, once Ling Han became a member of the Ding Clan, he would become meat on a chopping board.