In front of the ancestral hall.
Jiang Ruan followed Bao Ye, kneeling on the prepared cushions, while the second uncle and third uncle held incense, burning it over the lit candles.
She glanced up quietly, observing the dozens of spirit tablets on the high platform in front.
They must be the ancestors of the Bo family.
Turning her head to look at Bao Ye, she saw him staring solemnly at the plaque in the middle, his gaze cold.
Jiang Ruan understood internally, guessing that it must be his grandfather.
"Bao Ye, here." Second uncle handed the incense to Bao Ye.
Bao Ye took it: "Thank you."
Second uncle looked at Bao Ye in front of him, whose eyes were sharp, radiating presence with each movement, no longer the youthful boy from years ago.
He sighed, feeling a bit emotional: "Your grandfather sees how you've built the Bo family so large now, he'd be proud of you from the heavens."
"You haven't let down his expectations."
Even surpassed him.
