Only the main gate area was void of altar tablets.
The entire arrangement of the altar tablets was in a triangular formation, with an Emperor's tablet being venerated at the top; the second row featured three, and the number increased sequentially downwards. Starting with the fifth row, they were no longer finely differentiated but were placed together row by row.
The room was filled with a thick, peculiar Spiritual Fragrance, the intense scent of incense suggesting that it was a place of frequent offerings year-round.
"What do I need to do?" asked Wang Zijia after observing for a moment. "Is there any particular ritual process to follow?"
At that moment, Zhang Guangyu had already taken three sticks of incense and handed them to Wang Zijia, saying, "You don't need to do anything special, Fellow Daoist, you only need to offer a stick of incense, and then I will be able to tell you some things!"
'That simple?'
