Chloe Stephens put back the black jade stone tablet for Fred Foster without changing her expression.
Then she watched, with a blank face, as Foster ordered Yvette Foster to buy incense and paper money, and place a few small plates of offerings on the altar.
Hans Foster and Lindsay Foster helped out.
She had long since stopped living here.
The mission of the Foster family that had lasted for a hundred years had ended; there was no need to guard the ancestral temple any longer.
Chloe sat on a stone bench, watching them busy with the ritual of burning incense and worshipping the deities.
"Chloe, come here," Fred Foster beckoned.
Chloe stepped forward.
"Pay your respects."
Chloe, expressionless, took three incense sticks and paid respects at the altar.
*
Chloe was walking on a small path.
Raising her head, she saw the straight and tall figure standing at the crossroads.
He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and walked two steps forward.
