In the ancestral temple of Huaxu Family, the group of elders and branch leaders of the family were burning with rage. They stared at Huaxu Qingye as if he were a completely unforgivable sinner, seeming even ready to cut him with their dagger-sharp gazes to death.
These people were all possessed. Their hearts were predominated by desires, and the devils inside them had been roaring rampantly. No one could understand them at the moment, as they had already become the devils. They would put up a desperate fight against anyone who tried to gain even a grain of rice from them.
Not to mention the fact that Ji Hao asked Huaxu Qingye for all the weapons used by Huaxu Family warriors on battlefields!
How many weapons would that be? How much money would that be?
"Huaxu Qingye, if you dare to agree to his demand, you will no longer be the family leader!"