Chapter 115 Ragingwave Ancestors

Ragingwave Clan.

Galibar had already arrived before the ancestral hall's entrance. He was hesitating about whether he should enter it or not but eventually decided to, as there might be a big crisis in the future.

Picking up his courage, Galibar opened the giant stone doors.

Dreeeek!

Slowly, the double doors creaked open and revealed what was inside.

Just as the same as the Burnheart Family, but with different kinds of art on the walls and pillars and three old men sitting across from each other.

In contrast to the ancestors of the Burnheart Family, the ancestors of the Ragingwave Clan were all bulky men.

The one in the middle, who had a serious face, opened his eyes and looked at Galibar, who was kneeling before them. "What is it this time? Didn't we tell you not to disturb you for every petty reason?"

This was Tai, the head of the ancestors. He was a man of few words and always liked to talk directly. For that reason, he had grown a hatred in his mind for his descendants, who would always come to beg them for useless stuff.

"Ancestor Tai, this time it is a serious matter," Galibar said nervously.

"What kind of serious matter!? Are you going to ask us to steal our own treasure that got stolen by someone else again!?" Suddenly, the one on Tai's right side shouted at Galibar in anger.

He was Rag, one of the ancestors of their clan. He was a grumpy old man who would get angry at most of the stuff, and he hated people who wasted his precious time. He also had enough with his descendants' outrageous requests.

'This old geezer!' Galibar held back his anger and spoke with a neutral face. "Elder Rag, you see, we were almost at full-scale war with Burnheart, but it was stopped because of some intervention. First was the White Jade Sect, and second was the PoisonFire Clan."

"Wait, I can understand why we are at war and why the sect has arrived at this time, but tell me, why is the PoisonFire Clan here? Don't they live in the town next to ours?" Rag squinted his eyes and looked at Galibar with a questioning gaze. "What happened? Tell us everything!"

At this moment, the last ancestor on the left side of Tai also opened his eyes. He looked at Galibar with a deadpan face. He was Kant, the ancestor who didn't talk to anyone; he only had cultivation in his mind.

Facing all the ancestors with a questioning gaze, Galibar blurted out everything to them.

After Galibar finished explaining, he got blasted with Rag's yell again. "You idiot! As the patriarch of a clan, you can't even protect someone in your own place; what kind of leader are you!?"

"Ancestor, I am deeply ashamed." Galibar bowed his head down a little more, with cold sweat running down the back of his spine.

"Okay, you calm down, Rag." Tai silently warned Rag, then looked at Galibar. "Galibar, I don't think you are here to deliver us about the past news, right? Tell us the recent one."

Galibar sighed in relief. "Ancestor Tai, an army from the PoisonFire Clan is currently stationed near our town, deep in the forest. It looks like they are waiting to strike."

This made the ancestors' eyes widen in shock; they didn't expect the PoisonFire Clan would do such a thing for a junior.

Tai whispered softly to himself. "It looks like the offspring of a big guy died."

Tai glanced at Rag, who was about to explode in anger. He quickly said to Galibar. "You can leave now. We will discuss the rest for ourselves, and remember, no matter what happens, we are always here to protect our clan."

Galibar's raging heart calmed down. He gave them a deep bow and left the hall.

Just after Galibar closed the door, he heard a loud shout that almost shook the hall. He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and glanced at the hall nervously. "I nearly escaped."

…

Inside the ancestral hall.

Tai looked at the other two and asked. "What do you guys think?"

Kant, who had not spoken the entire time, finally opened his mouth. "A big trouble. I believe someone as strong as us is escorting this army. If not, then sending this army could be called idiocy or suicidal."

"Of course, someone came like that." Rag also voiced his opinion, gritting his teeth.

"I guess we can't do anything but wait." Tai didn't feel anything at this point as everything was already at its peak. "Anyway, I have not moved my muscles in a while. It would not be bad to do some brawling."

Kant nodded his head, agreeing with Tai's words. He also wanted to go outside and fight someone.

"Hmph," However, Rag was the total opposite; he scoffed at them and said."You guys always have fight, fight, and fight in your minds. Nobody would think that the calmest guys here are the real hot-headed ones."

Tai said with a smile. "What can we do? We are not like you, who are obsessed with the blacksmithing legacy left by our older generation."

"I am telling you, we are meant to be blacksmiths, but someone in our older generation changed that because he thought we couldn't do anything with just making weapons for others. That idiot didn't know the real value of blacksmithing." Rag sneered in disgust.

"Okay, whatever you want to say. Let us resume our cultivation." Kant went to cultivate after leaving behind those words.

Tai also followed him, and Rag did the same as he had nothing else to do.

…

Time passed by in the blink of an eye, and it was already the next day.

Despite the deaths of so many people in the Burnheart family, they were somehow in a joyful mood today.

The reason for that was because the ancestors told them some guests would come that would change their destiny.

Inside the patriarchal hall.

Brustiar and Gravitar were sitting across from each other. Their faces were gloomy, indicating something bad had happened.

Brustiar asked with a grim face. "Where did my wife go?"