The power of the sage sect

Li clan's ancestral land.

A weird bell sound was slowly spreading out.

With a lingering sound, streaks of light streaked across the lofty eaves and landed in a meeting hall that stood alone among the sea of bamboo.

The meeting hall occupied a large area, and the materials used were extremely exquisite. It looked elegant and Grand, not extravagant.

At this moment, in the hall, li wujiu was sitting on the high seat, and many clan elders had arrived.