"Mo family disciple Mo Shenchuan pays respect to the revered ancestor!"
The elder suddenly knelt on both knees, his forehead touching the ground as he spoke in a loud and respectful voice.
This scene shocked everyone present.
Pay homage to an ancestor?
What is going on?
Even Mo Shanhu and Mo Tongfeng, the two ancient ancestors of the Mo family, were completely taken aback at this moment.
Ye Xuan is a revered ancestor of the Mo family?!
How could this be?
They looked at the black-robed youth with an indifferent expression and felt that something was not right.
This was too strange.
Ye Xuan ignored the shock of the crowd and their buzzing discussions; he turned to the elder claiming to be Mo Shenchuan and spoke slowly, "Finally, someone with some insight has appeared..."
The elder, kneeling on the ground, broke out in a cold sweat.
Others might not recognize that ink jade ring, but he did.
