It was summer in Pingzhou. Hot air was sweeping the land and the sun was scorching every corner as if it was a huge fireball. Even the shadiest stretch of land was flooded with a sultry and irritable spirit.
Holding the Ancestor Worship Ceremony on such a hot day was simply asking for suffering, wasn't it?
Zhou Bao did not understand why the Li Family of Pingzhou insisted on it, yet the ceremony would still take place as scheduled, for the Li Family of Pingzhou had done this every year for several thousand years.
On the morning of June 21st, everyone in the Li Family of Pingzhou's mansion was busy. Although careful preparation and the preliminary work had been taking place for half a month, the Ancestor Worship Ceremony still did not start until noon.
