As dusk fell, a full moon hung in the sky.
The Miller Family Ancestral Home was located in the suburbs of Seashore City, a vast estate. Usually, only a fraction of the people guarding the ancestral home lived there, but every Mid-Autumn Festival, the Millers would hold a grand ancestral worship ceremony, which was always a lively event.
In addition to the direct descendants of the Miller Family who were cultivators, all the cultivators nurtured by the Millers participated. Although they did not join in kneeling and worshipping, they watched the entire process. The concurrent display of the Miller's strength served to deter these non-Miller cultivators and increase their loyalty.
Knox Miller looked at the bustling scene outside and asked, "Has the old man from the Acevedo Family arrived?"
"He'll be here soon."
Knox Miller breathed a sigh of relief, "Good. Bring the old man in secretly, and make sure no one sees him."
"Yes!"
