Ethan Jin Song got up early and took Oliver Yue to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestor.
The ancestors’ ancestral hall that other sects attach great importance to is remote and inconspicuous. It is hidden in the bushes, shabby and old, not much better than the dwellings of the medicine servants. Outside the ancestral hall is the medicine garden. Oliver Yue passed by several times, thinking it was an abandoned building, and ignored it.
Ethan Jin Song opened the door of the spell seal.
Thick dust accumulated in the ancestral hall, and apart from simple tables, chairs and tribunes, there was only an old scroll.
“Actually, it doesn’t need to be locked, there are no valuables,” Ethan Jin Song explained embarrassingly. “It hasn’t been here for many years. Wait a while and I will clean it.” Then he rolled up his sleeves and blew away the dust with a breeze curse. Throwing cleaning spells everywhere, then set the incense table on the altar, put flowers and fruits, and finally found the broken futon, patted the dust, and said with satisfaction, “Okay.”
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