On the left side of the room stood a Spirit Tablet Tower surrounded by white candles. Each spirit tablet was placed within a niche cabinet, and white couplets hung on either side of the tower. The first couplet read: Rituals Follow Ancestral Order; the second: Maintain Human Relations.
The grandeur of the surrounding decorations and the abundance of offerings made it evident that this place was of a much higher status than the ones before. Given Wang Changxu's presence here, his status in the Bright Wheel Hall was clear.
However, at this moment, there was no trace of happiness on Zhuge Yuan's face. He stood stupefied, two feet away, staring motionlessly at the item on the third offering to the left.
It was an animal head; to be precise, it was a head of an Evil Spirit—a cunning, malicious head.
The reason Zhuge Yuan could identify it so clearly was that back in the village, the grandmother who occasionally gave him meat to eat was one of these cunning creatures.
