"Could it mean that this is the legitimate, main ancestral hall of their branch?"
"Legitimate?" Feng Shou asked, puzzled. "I heard from my grandma that the Feng Clan's legitimacy isn't the same as other families."
"Then it's just the main ancestral hall for their branch. As for legitimacy, I don't know."
They didn't know much about these things and didn't dwell on it.
"Is the door closed?" Feng Shou curiously looked.
"It's not time yet, it starts at nine. Let's go rest in that room over there, have some tea and enjoy the breeze, there's someone to welcome us."
Feng Zheng and their group were led by the reception staff into a room on the side.
Decorated in an antique style, as they stepped into the room, a cool breeze hit them, suddenly dispelling the heat from the crowd.
Feng Zheng shook his arms and whispered to Feng Shou, "Do you feel a draft?"
Feng Shou pointed to a corner: "Is it possible... that it's air conditioning?"
