"I can take a joke, but I dare not joke with my ancestors," Li Muxiu spoke indifferently.
The elder with long eyebrows slightly furrowed his brow, thinking indeed it was so; although his second brother was often casual, he was always very proper in this ancestral hall.
He asked, "Could it be that this child appears young, yet he is nine years old?"
"Eight years old."
"Eight years old?!"
The elder with long eyebrows was stunned, waves of emotion rippled through his eyes, "Are you saying he achieved Perfect Zhou Tian at eight years old?"
"Correct."
Having said this, Li Muxiu then walked to the cushion in front of the golden statue, and kneeled down to worship.
"Hao Er, come here."
After kowtowing three times, he called out softly while kneeling.
Li Hao immediately walked to his side.
"Kneel down and kowtow to the ancestors."
Li Hao did as he was told, kneeling on the cushion and kowtowing respectfully to all the spirit tablets in turn.
