"Decent people?"
This response left Ye Feng and the others exchanging bewildered looks.
"What's going on?"
Ye Feng looked at the leading low-rank cultivator.
This was an old man, with a kind face, but his cultivation level was only at the Divine Origin Realm, which was very weak within the Tianlan Forbidden Land.
"Immortals, please calm your anger and allow us to explain in detail."
The elder hastily knelt on the ground, "We are the direct descendants of a nearby family clan. Today, we came here to pay tribute to this Ancient Saint predecessor."
"Tribute?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.
The others also looked at the ground and noticed many offerings scattered about: chickens, ducks, cows, sheep that had been slaughtered and steamed, as well as candies, paper effigies, sticky rice, and so on.
Indeed, these were offerings.
"Rise!"
