This talk should not have started, once it did, Hao Guoda instantly got angry again.
"Damned fool, bringing just anybody into the house, if not for you, would that incident just now have happened? I think you need a beating every three days to keep you from tearing off the roof tiles."
The angrier Hao Guoda spoke, the more furious he became, to the point that he picked up a walking stick nearby and swung it at him.
Mr. Hao wasn't young anymore, seeing the situation, he had no choice but to quickly slip away.
"Humph, no matter how flowery their speech, even if Chen Xiaolong himself comes by, the ancestral hall cannot be moved. The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed!"
There Hao Guoda stood alone on the field, perhaps a hint of regret flashed through his mind, but he quickly pushed that feeling aside.
In the end, Chen Xiaolong and the others had made the trip in vain.
Having left Hao Guoda's home, Chen Xiaolong and his party were in a somber mood.
