Taichang Mountain Range, Purple Peak Ancestral Hall.
The misty Purple Qi persistently lingered within the grand hall, while the bright red candle flames illuminated the deep red memorial tablets.
Sikong Ziming reverently took out six sticks of Tier Three Purple Sandalwood incense, giving three of them to Sikong Zitian, who was in the secondary position.
The two knelt on the zafu together, bowing repeatedly towards the tablets. After kowtowing three times, they inserted the sandalwood into the incense burner before them.
Sikong Ziming also began to pray softly.
"Senior Brother!" After the prayers were said, Sikong Zitian called from the side.
Sikong Ziming turned slightly, looking at Sikong Zitian.
"Senior Brother, recently the Golden Core cultivators in the sect have been in unclear positions!" Sikong Zitian finally couldn't hold back, expressing his worries.
Under their management, Purple Peak naturally grew stronger by the day.
