The crowd felt a bit relieved and gradually approached, but when they reached the door, they couldn't help but hesitate.
Being people of the jianghu, none were fools. At such a perilous moment, no one dared to rush ahead; each hoped someone else would make the first move.
As their pace slowed, the two men with sallow complexions and the three Swordsmen in hempen clothes exchanged glances and slowly moved to the front.
Each holding a knife, they reached the door, took a deep breath, and suddenly, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously pushed open the two wooden doors.
CRASH.
The wooden doors swung open, revealing the dark interior of the Ancestral Hall.
Although there was some firelight, most of the hall was still shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.
