Ye Shiqi... could these ancestors really be so supportive? Were they truly not to be reappointed?
Why did they have to go so far away? And for more than thirty years at that!
Could it be that the waters were too deep?
Ye Shiqi merely sighed inwardly and, following the old man's directions, offered incense to the ancestors on the memorial tablets from oldest to youngest.
Zhong Xingwang... He had grown up in the Capital, so how come he had never heard of these figures?
It showed how limited his perspective was, unable to keep pace with others.
Li Zhihao... to be able to offer incense to these figures was his honor!
The elderly man leading them to the Buddhist Hall mumbled some chants as he burned joss paper and presented offerings.
After half an hour had passed, with everyone patiently enduring, the elderly man finally completed the rituals and led them out of the Buddhist Hall.
Then he took them to a grand hall, asked them to sit down, and went inside to fetch a box.
