Chapter 2220

There was an old man with a walking cane whose face was cold and weather-beaten. An imposing man stood next to him like a battle god who supported the sky. The two stood there like relics. They were none other than the patriarch of the Clarke family, Roger Clarke, and the first battle god, Fulton Hash! The moment they saw Roger standing in the memorial hall, all Clarke family members climbed up the steps and knelt on the small square that was about 1,000 square feet in front of the memorial hall. “Greetings to the patriarch.” At this moment, no one dared to act recklessly and everyone knelt on the ground respectfully. They bowed their heads in submission. He was the Clarke family’s patriarch, after all. In a place like the ancestral memorial hall, if anyone dared to act rashly, not to mention Roger but even the grand elder would tear them apart. Roger stood in place and looked at the people kneeling. He said softly, “All rise.” Then, he looked at Philip and beckoned,