Huo Zhanting's expression was dark and terrible.
Something crossed his mind, and he walked straight towards the ancestral shrine where his grandfather's memorial tablet was placed. An Lan followed closely behind. When the two entered the shrine, they found the central area, where the grandfather's memorial tablet should have been, was now empty. The incense burner had rolled into a corner, and incense ash was scattered all over the floor. Most of the ancestral tablets were no longer in their places, and some were even broken in half.
The curtains hanging above the shrine had been torn down, leaving only a few strips of fabric that fluttered in the wind. An Lan was so shocked that she covered her mouth. She stepped back, then quickly went to the corner of the shrine to search for her grandfather's tablet. Finally, she found her grandfather's memorial tablet underneath a cabinet in the corner, and as it happened, when she pulled it out covered in dust, a wilted apple also rolled out.
