Gu Yanfei did not stop and walked straight ahead.
Along the way, Granny Li felt that it was a little unreal. She silently arrived at the Gu family's ancestral hall on the west side of the Marquis Mansion.
Compared to other seasons, the ancestral hall in winter was solemn and cold.
From afar, he could see rows of icicles, long and short, hanging from the eaves. The icicles glittered in the evening sunlight, like ice swords hanging upside down from the eaves, loyally guarding the Gu family's ancestors.
The old woman guarding the ancestral hall immediately opened the door for Gu Yanfei.
The inside of the door was dark. Only the sunlight that shone in the moment the door opened gave a hint of light.
