The hall was spacious, with a length and width of 60 feet and a height of 20 feet. There were eight chairs inside, four on the left and four on the right, and a plaque hanging at the top with the words 'Azure Dragon Hall'.
Against the wall was an altar with more than ten memorial tablets, and there was a new memorial tablet with the name of his foster father, Pei Yuanfeng.
In front of the altar was a long spear. The body of the spear was covered in fine scratches. It was obvious that it was an old spear that had experienced a lot in Jianghu.
At this moment, there were already people sitting in the eight chairs. Dressed in luxurious clothes, the five men and three women had solemn expressions. They all turned their gazes to the door in unison.
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Ye Jingtang was thinking about something eye-opening in the basement when he suddenly saw this imposing and formal hall and the eight solemn-looking elders. He was stunned.
