On the treatise of customs, tiny words are densely packed like ants.
Upon hearing the words, Lord Meng Yunzhou's eyes flashed with a hint of inquiry, and he stepped closer to Qin An's side.
When he saw the content written in the treatise, his brows furrowed slightly: "Reunion Festival?"
Qin An closed the treatise with a snap: "Lord Meng, have you heard of this festival?"
Qin An had just finished reading all about the Reunion Festival, but with Meng Yunzhou here, Qin An thought it was best to ask.
After all, Meng Yunzhou was the head of the Sanyuan Prefecture and knew more than he did.
After a brief pause, Meng Yunzhou spoke slowly: "It is a festival unique to Changnan County, meaning to commemorate the deceased relatives. During this festival, a renowned local shaman sets up an altar to call upon the spirits to communicate with the living."
Qin An lightly tapped his fingers on the table: "Does Lord Meng believe in such mysticism?"
