The Yi family's house was the kind that had been around for many years but was still very clean and tidy. It was well-organized and well-arranged. Although it was not as luxurious as the Su family's Bai family, it had its own elegant atmosphere. At the same time, the layout of the house was very clear. Lu Chen found the ancestral hall at the back of the Yi family's house without much effort.
Most families did not have an ancestral hall. Sometimes, only people with the same surname and clan in a village would have a large ancestral hall to worship their ancestors. To be able to set up a special place in the house to build an ancestral hall, it was basically a first-class family or aristocratic family.
The Yi family's ancestors had lived a glorious life, so they had left behind a great legacy. There was also an ancestral hall in the house, but it didn't look very big. It was only in a corner of the house. There was a courtyard and a house with green tiles and white walls.
When Lu Chen gently entered the secluded courtyard, the surroundings were quiet. Night shrouded the ancestral hall. Only a few altar lamps could be seen inside the door that was always open according to tradition.
Under the dim yellow light, the shadows trembled slightly. On the quiet altar table, there were many memorial tablets with the names of the deceased written on them.
Lu Chen stared at the house for a moment, then walked over. However, just as he reached the door and was about to step over the threshold, his body suddenly paused. He stopped at the door.
Under the altar lamps, his face flickered in the shadows. He frowned slightly and his gaze sharpened. He turned to look at a corner of the ancestral hall.
There was a place where the candlelight could not reach, and there was a wooden chair. There was a vague shadow on the chair, and it seemed that a person was sitting there.
The night was quiet. There was no sound from inside or outside the house. Lu Chen did not show any fear or guilt. He just stared at the figure.
After a while, the shadow moved. Then, a person stood up and slowly walked over to stand under the light.
He looked like an old man with gray hair and a thin face. At the same time, his face looked as calm as an ancient well without any ripples, as if nothing could disturb him anymore. Lu Chen stared at him for a moment. He suddenly realised that the old man's features were somewhat similar to Yi Xin's.
He furrowed his brows and pondered for a moment before cupping his hands in salute and taking a step back to show that he had no enmity. Then, he said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Senior." After a pause, he added, "Please don't worry, I'm not a thief."
The old man was also looking at him. A stranger had suddenly appeared in his own home, but from start to finish, he did not show any expression of surprise or anger. He only nodded and said, "I know. There is nothing in this ancestral hall. If he was a thief, he would not have come here."
Even Lu Chen, who had always been tactful, did not know how to respond. Fortunately, the old man quickly said, "Although our Yi family is a small family, we still have night guards. You must have amazing divine power to be able to sneak in here without alerting anyone. I wonder what your purpose is, could you please tell me? "
Lu Chen was silent for a moment. "I am here to pay my respects to an old friend. I did not want to disturb your family so I came here in the middle of the night. I am truly ashamed of my inappropriate behavior. I hope Senior can forgive me! "
The old man seemed surprised and asked, "May I ask which ancestor of the Yi family you wish to pay your respects to?"
Lu Chen hesitated for a moment before answering honestly, "Yi Xin."
The old man's body trembled slightly and his expression changed slightly. He opened his eyes and stared at Lu Chen for a long time before he suddenly thought of something and said, "You … could it be Lu Chen?"
Lu Chen was shocked and nodded. "Yes, who are you? How do you know me?"
The old man stared at him for a while and sighed. "Please come in." He turned and looked at the memorial tablets on the table. After a moment of silence, he said, "I am Yi Ming, Yi Xin's father."
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In the silent night, darkness shrouded the land. Most people were asleep except for the ancestral hall in the Yi family's backyard. Two men sat facing each other, talking calmly.
"I've asked around about what happened back then. Although our Yi Family is no longer what it used to be, we still have a few acquaintances on Kunlun Mountain …" Yi Yi said.
Yi Ming said this to Lu Chen. Although he didn't mention any names, Lu Chen understood what he meant.
The Yi family was a native of Kunwu City and one of their ancestors was the great Yuanying Master. Even though they were weak now, they still had their ways of gathering information.
Melaleuca Japonica, who took great care of Yi Xin, and Dongfang Tao, who took Yi Xin in as his disciple, were already friends.
The ancestral hall wasn't a place to entertain guests, so there naturally wasn't any tea between them. They just sat across from each other. Yi Ming looked at Lu Chen, and after a long moment of silence, he suddenly stood up and solemnly bowed to him.
Lu Chen was shocked and hurriedly moved away. "Senior, why?"
Yi Ming smiled bitterly. "No matter what, you were the one who avenged Yi Xin back then. The Yi family will always remember this."
Lu Chen fell silent. After a while, he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I … couldn't save her."
Yi Ming shook his head and turned to walk to the altar table in the ancestral hall. His eyes swept over the memorial tablets and finally stopped on the memorial tablet at the edge. He sighed softly and said, "Yi Xin, your friend has come to see you."
Lu Chen slowly walked over and looked at the wooden tablet. There was only one simple line of words on it: Daughter Yi Xin's memorial tablet.
At that moment, his lips moved, as if countless memories of the past suddenly surged into his mind. Scene after scene flashed past, and then silently dissipated. He turned his head and looked at Yi Ming with a pleading gaze. Yi Ming sighed, nodded, and moved aside.
Lu Chen picked up three incense sticks from the altar and lit them on the altar lamp. Green smoke floated into the air, creating a dreamy scene. He stared at the memorial tablet behind Qing Yan, as if he could see the bright, kind, and cheerful young girl from back then. A moment later, he held the incense stick in his hand and respectfully bowed three times to Yi Xin's memorial tablet, then inserted it into the incense burner on the altar table.
The ancestral hall was silent. Only the green smoke floated in the air. Thinking back to one's life, one would probably become like this green smoke after death.
He stood there for a long time before bowing to Yi Ming. "Thank you for your help, Senior. I cannot thank you enough. Since my wish has been fulfilled, I shall take my leave now. "
Yi Ming nodded. "The Yi family will remember your kindness. If there is anything we can help you with in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
Lu Chen smiled but shook his head. It was not a good thing to be related to him. He cupped his hands at Yi Ming and left the ancestral hall. He leaped into the air and flew into the deep darkness.
In the distance, the majestic mountain of Kunlun seemed to be opening its chest in the darkness to welcome the arrival of this stranger.
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