Jiangli and Fu'er were having a casual chat when Xia Xin had already run to the main hall to make an incense offering to the ancestral master.
After entering the main hall, Xia Xin saw the statue of the ancestral master, which had originally been facing away, now properly back in place.
Facing the main entrance with wide-open eyes, just like in the past.
But Xia Xin couldn't shake the feeling that there was a "killing aura" in the statue's eyes, fierce and intimidating.
Xia Xin shivered and hurriedly offered up a stick of incense, then quickly scurried away with his tail between his legs.
Fearful that if he stayed even a second longer, he might become the target of the ancestral master's wrath.
Speaking of coincidences.
He had barely left the main hall when he heard a knock at the door.
Xia Xin looked up, and through the slightly ajar door, it seemed there were figures bustling outside.
He remembered the words of the old ancestor, that today a revered visitor would arrive—
