Looking around, one sees humanoid statues standing all around, each looking vivid and lifelike, as if they could come to life at any moment.
Zhao Sheng keenly observed that the closer a statue was to the hall's entrance, the larger it was, while deeper inside, the statues gradually became smaller and more ordinary in material.
Entering the Ancestor Hall, Zhao Changying instantly became solemn and walked silently towards the depths of the hall.
Zhao Sheng followed quietly behind, observing the many ancestral statues along the way, with a curious look in his eyes.
The two walked for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, passing thousands of statues before reaching a simple and unadorned altar.
Scattered around the altar were a dozen statues, all carved from ordinary green stone, and they were the same height as a normal person.
Zhao Sheng's gaze swept over the statues, and he suddenly felt a wave of nostalgia.
Finally, his eyes stopped on the statue closest to the altar.
