The room fell silent.
It was like a stone dropping into the lake, followed by a "bang," sinking rapidly to the bottom.
Ripples spread, then faded back into calm.
But in an instant, the wind arose again.
The wind that had once blown hundreds of years ago reignited a fire that had never been extinguished through the ages.
Under the seemingly calm lake, magma surged, light flowed, and the entire lake began to boil.
Inside the palace, everyone faced Li Zhiyuan and the statue behind him, saluting in unison.
The four families of the Old Heavenly Gate each had their own rituals, but at this moment, they were surprisingly uniform and orderly.
Old Mrs. Liu once told Li Zhiyuan: Times have changed, we no longer follow those old rituals.
But the ritual was still the same; in this era, how many people could truly recognize it.
Inside the palace, the ancestors of the four big families of the Old Heavenly Gate simultaneously ended their salute and bowed again.
