Wang Daniu and Luo Jinfeng followed the person along the mountain path and arrived in front of a majestic building after a long walk.
One could say that this was the best building in the entire village, resembling a temple in appearance.
"Jinfeng, what is this place? This household must be quite wealthy," Wang Daniu asked in a low voice.
Jinfeng grinned, showing his teeth: "This is our village's ancestral hall, where we discuss important matters."
Wang Daniu suddenly realized, traditions sometimes blur with feudal superstitions, who knows if ancestors truly watch over their descendants.
"Mr. Wang, please come in; the village chief and the elders are all waiting inside," the man said.
The man opened the door, letting Wang Daniu in, but he himself did not enter; instead, he closed the two big doors behind him, isolating the ancestral hall from the outside world.
