Compared to Yun Qianli’s unusual silence, Yun Chujiu was simply heartless.
As she walked, she looked around. From time to time, she would ask Feng chixi a few questions, as if she was shopping.
Third elder Feng had just asked her about the jellyfish and demonic beast. She said that there were too many people and too many mouths. It wouldn’t be too late to talk about it after meeting the clan leader.
Third elder Feng thought that it made sense. He wasn’t afraid that Yun Chujiu would lie to him. Right now, she was a bird in a cage, a turtle in a jar. She was completely under his control.
An hour later, they arrived at the ancestral house.
The ancestral house of the Feng clan was located in the center of the city. It occupied a very large area.
It occupied almost one-tenth of the city. Other than the ancestral hall, there were also many courtyards. Third elder Feng and the others usually stayed here.