"Xia, Xia, do you think it's about to start?"
People rushed along the beach, all pouring towards the direction of the sacrificial altar. From a distance, Yang Chuxia saw a middle-aged man with a goatee and a hat similar to a wizard's cap slowly walking towards the altar, surrounded by a crowd. That must be the person presiding over the ceremony.
"It should start soon. Let's go and see too. Mom and Dad better keep a close eye on Xia and Xiaxia."
"Xiaxia, you and Qingrui stay close to your father and me, don't run around."
"Mm, I know."
With that, the family headed towards the altar.
"Xiaxia, remember to pray well later." Ms. Wang suddenly turned to remind Yang Chuxia, because she thought that girls who prayed during the Sea God Festival were very popular, which would be helpful for Xiaxia's marriage prospects in the future. At the very least, when compared to those who have not prayed during the festival, they would probably be preferred as brides.
"Mm, Mom, I know."
