Not far away, a woman in white was reprimanding the people in front of her.
Those people half-knelt on the ground, their faces full of fear.
Tang Hao looked at it for a while, then shook his head.
This Chen Rong 'er was still so arrogant.
He retracted his gaze and followed the crowd to the four symbols sect's great Hall.
On the square in front of the hall, there were rows of seats, and many people had already taken their seats.
He found his seat and sat down.
After waiting for about two hours, more than half of the people were seated in the square. A group of people swept over from the side, and as they talked and laughed, they walked towards the high platform. All of them had nine-star auras.
One of them was the Chen family head.
He was walking in the middle, side by side with a white-bearded old man. He would laugh from time to time, his face full of joy.
A group of people went up the stage and took their seats.
