That evening, the chanting of sutras in the Wei family ancestral hall suddenly stopped.
Looking up at the sky from the open courtyard, Wei Caixia saw that the moon was completely obscured by dark clouds.
Outside the ancestral hall, there seemed to be a dark figure dressed in a long robe, with only white candles and a few sticks of incense lit.
The monks chanting scriptures in the main hall of the ancestral hall all stopped and stared wide-eyed at the doorway.
Crows circled the dark figure, their cawing sounding like chanting.
Then it was as if an invisible barrier excluded them all.
Lin Ziyan stood in the darkness, her hands clenched tightly.
The pitch blackness swallowed everything, and in an instant, golden light burst forth, enveloping the ancestral hall.
Grandma took off her robe, lit it with a candle, and burned it.
Before the people in the ancestral hall could react, Lin Atai had already left, as if she had never been there.
Lin Ziyan helped her leave, noticing nothing unusual about her; she remained calm and composed.
The sun slowly rose, illuminating every corner of the village.
The Wei family ancestral hall gathered all the clan members, and Wei Er's family was asked to leave the ancestral hall and removed from the family genealogy.
Wei Er was unaware of what had happened last night; he had planned to have the coffin carried out of the ancestral hall today.
“I haven’t done anything to harm my clansmen, so you have no right to do this. Blame that old woman from the Lin family for being heartless and watching you fall into a desperate situation…” Wei Er shouted.
He never felt he had done anything wrong; the matter could have been resolved in other ways.
Of course, he never thought about what price others would have to pay, as long as it wasn't his family who had to pay.
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