The ancestral hall was filled with burning candles, and the heavy candlelight made the already solemn hall seem even more poignant!
This time, the Ye Family didn't just lose four people; many fell during the beast tide, the reinforcements, and the ambush.
This is undoubtedly a considerable loss for the Ye Family.
Moreover, regarding battle losses, the Ye Family reported more fatalities, prepared more memorial tablets and candles.
In the vast ancestral hall, all this made the candle shadows dance even more.
At the table in the hall, Ye Jingcheng rested on the first zafu on the left side, quietly kneeling with his eyes closed.
A white cloth was wrapped around his forehead.
As the sound of footsteps sounded, Ye Jingcheng still did not turn around.
However, he spoke:
"Since you're grateful to Uncle Xingyi, why come so late?" Ye Jingcheng had already counted in his heart.
Thus, he did not turn around, yet as soon as that figure moved slightly, Ye Jingcheng would act immediately.
