Old Master Jiang held Jiang Shiheng's hand, his voice trembling: "Come, Xiao Sixth, let's go home!"
A copper fire basin had already been placed at the entrance, and next to it, someone held a bowl of Qingshui, with Immortal Grass Branches soaking inside.
"Cross the fire basin, ward off bad luck, and from now on, live peacefully and safely, without any misfortune!" Old Master Jiang pulled Jiang Shiheng and said: "Xiao Sixth, don't hesitate, stride over the fire basin!"
"Yes, Grandpa."
Jiang Shiheng glanced at the blazing fire basin and strode over it.
The woman standing beside immediately took the Immortal Grass and sprinkled water on him.
Jiang Shiheng looked at her, and her eyes were also red.
"Xiao Sixth, do you still remember me?"
This woman was about fifty, with bobbed hair clipped with black pins at the ears, wearing a dark purple qipao, and a string of pearls around her neck. She looked dignified, though not as opulent as the other women of the Jiang Family.
