With drums, gongs, and suonas, accompanied by green banners and white paper, the procession arrived grandly before the ancestral hall.
At this moment, Hu Ma couldn't help but look up, and what he saw left him momentarily stunned.
He had heard the name of the ancestral hall countless times, but only now did he finally witness the appearance of this legendary foundation of the Ten Surnames.
He saw that this place was indeed north of Shangjing. Topographically, it was situated opposite the imperial city, vaguely forming a yin-yang configuration. All around were dense pine and cypress trees, and the terrain sloped gently.
Even the stones here, any one you picked, seemed smooth and round, rarely showing sharp or menacing edges. In the vast open space ahead, ten ancestral halls stood clustered together.
