Feng Fuce raised his eyes in response, looking at the top of the shelf.
There was a memorial tablet placed there.
Feng Fuce seemingly casually picked up three sticks of incense and lit them.
He asked casually, "At the top, is there an offering for your ancestor?"
Duke Ping glanced upward and replied with a smile, "No, the memorial tablet at the top is for a female fairy."
Feng Fuce's hand paused in its movement.
His cold, dark eyes looked at Duke Ping: "A female fairy? Which deity?"
Duke Ping carefully recalled: "That, I don't know, it was about ten years ago."
"At that time, we were still in Huainan, and a female Taoist passed by my residence, asked for some water, and said I was going to have great fortune."
"So she helped us set up a shrine, instructing us to worship daily, which would naturally bring continuous good fortune to our household."
Upon saying this, Duke Ping sighed repeatedly.
