Inside, the hall was wide, with rows of wooden pillars supporting the roof.
Lanterns burned on each side, and in the middle stood a tall incense altar. Behind the altar were rows of shelves, each filled with portraits of their ancestors.
Jichun guided Gu Jin forward.
"Let us start from the beginning. This is Old Mu, our very first ancestor. He was an orphan, abandoned with no family. But he worked harder than anyone else. Day after day, he trained, and slowly he rose in cultivation until he became a Heaven-ranked mage. His strength was feared everywhere."
She pointed to the first portrait. A young man with sharp eyes and thin lips looked back at them. His clothes were plain, but his gaze carried a fire.
