The siblings knelt and kowtowed to the memorial tablet. Finally, they inserted the incense pillars in their hands into the three-legged bronze cauldron in front of them.
The atmosphere was solemn.
"Okay!" The patriarch stroked his beard at the side and smiled as if the dust had settled. "Your grandmother is in heaven. Seeing the harmonious relationship between you siblings and Yuan'er's bright future, she can probably rest in peace."
The elders echoed one after another and surrounded Gu Yuan to remind him not to let down his ancestors' expectations. The atmosphere was harmonious.
Gu Yanfei stood in front of the incense table and raised her hand to gently brush past the tablet with the name "Qi Zhaoning" written on it. Her fingers brushed past the white light lingering on the tablet, and she carefully felt the weak soul.
