Speaking of which, he cast a deep glance in Wang Daniu's direction, silently walked into the ancestral hall, and then knelt on the ground with utmost devotion, kowtowing and praying for blessings.
There were many half-burned incense sticks in the burner on the table, and the entire ancestral hall was shrouded in smoke, obscuring the view of the interior. Wang Daniu's expression was particularly unsightly as he coldly watched the Clan Leader.
Plans in his heart were magnified bit by bit.
Wang Daniu cautiously surveyed his surroundings, making sure no one was paying attention here, then swiftly hid in the dark room behind. Despite the temple looking unimpressive, there were quite a few unoccupied rooms inside. Wang Daniu deliberately chose a secluded and quiet room, sneaking in after making sure no one followed.
