In the ancestral hall, the Xu family members gritted their teeth and expressed their thoughts of revenge.
He had said those words that had let down his ancestors countless times. In the end, he began to talk about the Xu family's history, glory, and future prospects.
His son and grandson had clearly died, but in the end, it was made to look like an oath-taking ceremony.
This was how a politician did things.
He was already dead, if he didn't take the opportunity to spread the Xu family's philosophy, wouldn't he have died in vain?
Everyone outside was listening in silence.
No one retorted.
After almost an hour, the Xu family's ancestral hall was finally filled with cries. They began to mourn for Xu Zhen and his son. How would they feel if they were still alive?
The sound of wailing also meant that the memorial ceremony was about to end.
Li Hao, on the other hand, had been waiting impatiently.
