Eight o'clock.
The two of them appeared in the ancestral hall on time.
Meeting the gazes of the entire Zhou Family, they crossed the carved threshold and stepped onto the granite floor.
Zhou Luchen suddenly released Shen Jing's hand and assessed her for two seconds. "Jingjing is delicate. You can do the formal kneeling when you enter next time."
Shen Jing nodded, watching his thick palms withdraw from hers as he walked into the ancestral hall alone.
He burned incense and paid homage, with Zhou Xiangqun by his side—a man almost as tall and imposing.
Together, both men held three lit incense sticks and knelt before the Ancestral Tablet, their eyes clear and reverent as they kowtowed.
That simple act instantly turned everything around them into a mere backdrop.
