Fang Ning waited for a while, then he saw the three of them bowing down before the statues and paying their respects.
After that, clouds of white smoke appeared and diffused all over the place.
He was already a lake-level powerhouse, so he could faintly feel that the white smoke was not devilish. There was a sense of grandeur to it.
"Sir System, isn't this odd? They don't seem like they're up to something bad."
"Didn't I ask you to analyze? Why are you asking me?" the System was displeased.
"I can't analyze due to the lack of information…," Fang Ning paused in the middle of his sentence, "I can finally remember that this type of white gas is actually a form of clan energy, something like burning incense. They are directing the clan energy of Greater Rat Clan into Land of Culinary. I'm pretty sure they're up to something."
"Up to what?" Sir System asked.
"Ask the black pot," Fang Ning replied.
