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The five of them stopped in front of a granite pillar. Everyone turned their gazes towards the old man who was reciting a scripture.

The old man gently lifted up one of the coffin's feet. The coffin was carved with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and was extremely beautiful. No one would have imagined that such a beautiful coffin would contain a dried up corpse that had been dead for tens of thousands of years.

The man at the front respectfully bowed to everyone, and then untied his ceremonial belt. He took a step forward with his right leg to maintain his bow, while the other three placed the coffin on his back. They skillfully operated the coffin, and although this process was rarely used, they had practiced it more than a thousand times.

When the lid of the coffin was opened, a giant golden key entered his eyes, and the full golden key left the wooden coffin's weight undiminished. The two men carried it out, one on the left and one on the right, and the red dragon's body wrapped around the hilt of the key and extended all the way to the key's head.

Young men and women crowded around to make a path, they did not expect to be hit by the dragon head.

In the Fan family's history, there had always been a taboo saying that innocent people who violated the dragon's might would be punished by the heavens, and the family to which the holy will belong would thus be shackled by a strange chain. However, no one had dared to break the rules for more than a thousand years, and the heaven's purge was extremely terrifying. Compared to the atheists that could be seen everywhere on the continent, the Fan family had always believed in the existence of gods.

It was better for him to be near Fan Bin. Although the matters of the ancestors had to be on his mind, he did not care too much about these taboo things. He did not believe in the divine punishment, at least for himself.

"Open the door," announced Fan Bin in a flat tone. To the crowd's ears, he sounded full of vigor, a voice as loud as a bell. That irresistible majesty pressed down on them so hard that they were unable to breathe, and even the heads of the six great Patriarchs began to sweat profusely.

Fan Bin was extremely powerful, even more so than Fan Kui. However, Fan Bin was a shrewd person who never revealed his strength to the public, but was able to display some of his strength in a single word or action. This kind of feeling was even more frightening than Fan Kui's real strength, and it was no wonder that Fan Mu's father, Fan Kui, was the one who inherited the family's power.

The red-clothed old man nodded, his fingertips stained with saliva as two round balls appeared in his dragon eye. This was the most important part of the ceremony; the finishing touch. Only in this way would the entire process be verified by the gods.

Everyone swallowed their saliva. The supreme expert outside the door had been waiting for a long time and was about to meet up. Should we cheer or offer up a few roses as a form of hospitality?

The dragon head roared and shot out a golden light into the keyhole. Everyone crowded around and watched as a crack appeared in the middle of the granite rock. Everyone held their breath, as if they were waiting for the arrival of a true God.

The boy stuck his head out quietly, unaware that this was a sign that the noble door was opening for him, but rather like a small rat with a guilty conscience.

"Is it that boy!?"

Cheers and surprise could be heard from within the stone door. No one could have expected that the person who was praised by Patriarch Fan Bin was a little boy. Indeed, the chief did not play his cards according to common sense every time.

"Isn't that guy Fan Mu!?"

At the edge of the square, a young girl dressed in a wide, snow-white dress was the first to voice her doubts. At the same time, thousands of eyes landed on Fan Mu's body, lighting up his entire body.

Fan Mu was shocked. Due to the distance, he didn't hear the girl's doubts. He was too stunned to realize that the door of honor was not there to welcome the celebration but to welcome him.

He had never expected that thousands of clansmen would gather here, half of them being strangers. They were probably clansmen that had been hidden from the world for a long time, and he had never seen anyone of such a scale since he was young. Those who did not know this would think that the sect would be in chaos, and that the descendants of the sect would sprout like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Fan Mu chuckled. He was sincerely impressed by his own imagination, but that was a logical conclusion.

Fan Bin chuckled as he stepped into the clear sky. He landed beside Fan Mu, grabbed his shoulders, and entered the stone gate with him.

Fan Mu looked around subconsciously. The eyes of the people around him were like those of a wolf that had starved all night long. They were all gathered together to feed a small white rabbit like him.

Fan Mu muttered to himself as he walked: "My meat is not enough, my meat is not enough." After an unknown amount of time, he finally accepted a tube of antidote. It was an extremely kind smile, but it added a weirdness to the old man's face.

"Old man?" Fan Mu suddenly shouted and quickly withdrew his gaze. Fortunately, the ground was in a mess and no one cared about what he shouted.

"Is that Fan Mu!?" Didn't I hear that he has already been transferred from the genealogy!? " The youths discussed with astonished expressions.

"The news I received was also the same. A young man named Fan Mu was kicked out of the Zong Clan out of rage due to some crime he committed. Why is the Zong Clan here to welcome him!?" Yet you dare to cause such a ruckus? Are you deceiving yourself?! "

The young boys and girls nodded their heads. They really couldn't understand the Zong Clan's Patriarch's actions.

"Lower your voice. Don't randomly come to a conclusion. This is the Zong Clan, the branch family members are not allowed to carelessly comment or else the consequences will be very serious." The little princess of the Lin Clan stuck out her tongue, indicating the surrounding Lin Clan members to lower their voices.

The Lin Clan was one of the six great branch families of the Zong Clan, Feng, Lin, Huo, Shan, Yin, Lei, each of the six great branch families had their own responsibilities. For over a thousand years, they had assisted the Zong Clan in protecting the interests of the Fan Clan.

"Sister, you are being too serious." The teenager in cyan raised his eyebrows and patted the little princess on the shoulder. "This is already a recognized fact, there's no need to hide. I just haven't seen Fan Mu's true body for the time being."

Although Young Master Fan Qing was only fifteen years old, he already had the demeanor of a leader. If the Lin Family Head had seen this, he would definitely clap his hands in relief and murmur a few lines of praise. My son has finally grown up.