"Great Scholar Zhang, someone outside claiming to be from your family wishes to see you."
"Hmm?" Zhang Ji, who was lost in a scroll on his lap, raised his head to look at the servant. "Someone home? Why didn't they send a talisman?" The servant lowered his head in embarrassment; how was he supposed to answer such a question?
"Bring them in," Zhang Ji said as he realized his mistake. Soon, a middle-aged man in a blue, dirty robe rushed into the room; he was faster than the servant.
"Zhang Jiu? What's the meaning of this? Don't you have any manners?"
"Ancestor, you must rush over and save the clan. They, they, they…"
Zhang Ji frowned. He waved his hand, and a golden light started nourishing Zhang Jiu's body. His excited nerves immediately calmed down. "Thank you."
"Now, tell me what happened."
"The Pei Clan has surrounded our clan, claiming they would destroy and annihilate every single one of us."
