In the endless night, everything seemed ordinary.
But at the Zhang Family's home, things were anything but.
The Zhang couple was summoning Mr. Zhang using the new method Wen Ying had described. Though they were still burning offerings for him, this time was different.
The flames flickered, now bright, now dim.
The scent of agarwood was exceptionally rich, and a feeling they had never experienced before welled up within them.
Aunt Zhang watched anxiously. Before them, a silhouette gradually took shape, coalescing into the face they hadn't seen in so long, the one from their memories.
And yet, it was different from that memory.
The Mr. Zhang of the past had been an ordinary old man from the countryside, no different from any other.
He farmed his crops, smoked, drank, played cards, and passed the time chatting with the other old men.
But now, the features on Mr. Zhang's face were the same.
It was just his entire bearing that seemed vastly different from what they remembered.
