That seat was always occupied by Bai Weiting when he returned to Shuoyang, but now it was to be left for a mere girl.
Hearing the street peddlers' cries from outside the Bai Clan's ancestral hall, and the sounds of children playing, the clan members' faces turned grim.
How could such a dignified and solemn place as the outside of the Bai Clan's ancestral hall turn into a marketplace, with commoners, once too afraid to even approach, now causing such chaos?
"Look at this scene, half of Shuoyang City's populace seems to have gathered outside our ancestral hall!" An elder sighed.
Fifth Master, recalling being evicted from the ancestral home, grew increasingly furious at Bai Qingyan and slammed the bodhi beads in his hand onto the small table beside him. "You indulged her! It's because you, big brother, have too soft a heart!"