"Holy Island! Why do you ask, Fellow Daoist?" Han Li felt a twinge in his heart, but his face showed no sign of it as he responded with a question.
"It's alright if Fellow Daoist Han doesn't wish to speak of it. However, there's a matter I wish to discuss with you. Would you be interested in gathering at the Ten Thousand Spirits Hall later tonight?" The Ancestral Patriarch Long seemed to chuckle lightly and asked another question.
"Ten Thousand Spirits Hall!" Upon hearing this, Han Li's brows furrowed slightly as various thoughts raced through his mind.
The so-called Ten Thousand Spirits Hall is a hall carved into the mountain wall of the gorge.
Initially, the clan heads and elders gathered in that great hall to discuss the grand ceremony. Now that the Ancestral Patriarch Long has specifically invited Han Li to meet there, it seems that the matter to be discussed is certainly not trivial.
