The Red Dragon Pendant crashed behind Prince Jiangning.
This deafening sound reverberated throughout the Secret Hall, something unheard of by Xie Zhisu.
He was immersed in the illusion of Heart Lake breaking, the glow of the sunset forty years ago shone into the ancestral hall, Xie Family members knelt before him, offering sacrifices to their ancestors, he held incense with both hands and placed it in the Copper Furnace, silently vowing to lead the Xie Family back to its former glory in the sixty years to come.
Outside the ancestral hall, tranquil chime sounds ensued, in the silence he turned around, looking at the crowd behind him.
This scene froze in time.
The image was deeply etched into his mind, if given a pen, he could sketch every detail of that day, down to every silhouette elongated by the dusk, down to the texture of the robe worn by the person ringing the bell in the distance.
This was the most important moment of his life.
