The Jin Ancestral Hall is made of wood and can't withstand any force.
"Alright." Mo Lin agreed with what Li Hui said.
He was in a good mood now; if a fight broke out at night, it would be a slaughter.
He wouldn't care about minor issues like damaging buildings when caught up in the heat of the moment.
Mo Lin sat in a chair, leisurely sipping tea.
Quietly waiting for the night to fall.
The dark gray color gradually covered the sky.
Night was slowly descending.
Time passed little by little.
The workers outside who were moving items noticeably quickened their pace.
All the valuable items that could be moved from the Jin Ancestral Hall had been taken away.
Some of the staff at the Jin Ancestral Hall quietly evacuated as well.
Leaving behind Li Hui and others with status.
"Dong dong dong.."
A bell in the backyard rang out crisply.
This bell sound signified that it was already seven o'clock.
As the bell rang.
Qingyun and Li Hui's faces instantly turned grim.
