"Creak—"
The heavy door opened, and sunlight bypassed the threshold. Zhao Douan finally saw the layout inside the hall.
Imposing and solemn, the offerings table held the rankings of emperors from various dynasties, arranged in a specific hierarchical order.
The sword box holding the Taia Sword was placed at the center of the offering table, flanked by incense burners.
On either side of the hall's pillars stood candlesticks anchored to the ground. The room was dimly lit, though it was morning, so candles were not needed.
"Xu Zhenguan, descendant of the Xu Family, pays homage to the ancestors." Xu Zhenguan's expression was solemn as he respectfully bowed down.
Zhao Douan mimicked, "Prince Consort of the Xu Emperor, pays homage to the ancestors... uh."
He hesitated, unsure whether to address them as ancestors, as he wasn't officially married yet, and calling them that felt awkward... Zhao wasn't in the habit of hastily acknowledging ancestors.
