The ancestral ritual of Lian's family unfolded amidst a tumultuous clamor, the scale of the event was such that it was unmatched in Nanyao City for many years.
This grand ceremony, nominally to honor the ancestors, was in fact a declaration of the immutable status of the Lian family as the holy land of weapon forging.
Proclaiming to the world that the Lian family still possessed the ability to forge legendary weapons.
Lian Que, as the forging master of Longing, was the undisputed protagonist of the day.
From beginning to end, he knelt on the high platform, like a clay doll or wooden puppet, subjected to people's offerings and adornments.
Jiang Wang, as a guest, watched the entire proceedings from the side, comfortably seated in his chair, silently savoring the expressions on Lian Que's ugly face.
From self-satisfied joy to numb exhaustion, all within just one morning's time.
The tedious rituals of the entire morning had just barely completed the first phase.
