...
At this moment, the ancestral shrine of the Xiong Family.
When Zhang Fan walked in, the originally bright candle flames flickered violently, and the incense scattered like mist.
"The ancestors of the Xiong Family..."
Zhang Fan looked at the plaques filling the room, under the dim light of the lamps, they appeared eerie and strange.
However, his gaze did not linger but instead moved upward along the plaques of the Xiong Family ancestors, reaching the ancient altar placed at the highest spot, long sealed in dust.
Perhaps it was an emotional pull from the beyond, as soon as he saw that ancient altar, Zhang Fan's breath became rapid.
Night is not bright, and Evil Gods can be resolved.
The signature beneath it was Zhang Fan.
That slip of paper resurfaced in Zhang Fan's mind, making him realize he was getting closer and closer to the truth...
The truth hidden in the fog, rewritten by someone.
"Night is not bright, and Evil Gods can be resolved."
