Luo'er Senior Sister's words were not something Lin Zhenghui dared to disobey.
After all, the beautiful senior sister was at the Nascent Soul Ninth Layer Peak in her cultivation, and he was only at the Nascent Soul Second Layer.
With just a thought, even if she couldn't kill Lin Zhenghui, she could still severely injure him.
It had to be said that the ceremony Longhu Mountain held for Lin Zhenghui was indeed extraordinarily grand.
When the clock struck midnight.
All the big red lanterns on the mountain were lit, and from a distance, the sight was extremely festive.
At the same time, the bell began to toll.
"Heavenly Master, why is the ancestral worship conducted in the dead of night?" Lin Zhenghui asked as he watched them holding bells and wooden peach swords, chanting and dancing.
Those who didn't know any better might have thought they were charlatans.
