"Really?" Xue Liangliang took the ancestral tablet and looked at it as well, "I can't understand this, how did you figure it out?"
"I just happened to have studied ancestral tablets a bit recently."
"Xiao Yuan, what are you suspecting?"
"I can't say for sure yet, but I feel that even if such a family has declined and the descendants are unworthy, it wouldn't be outrageous enough to hire a Taoist or a monk of that level to perform rituals at the entrance of the village."
Li Zhiyuan turned around and began to walk circles along the interior hall's walls. This was not a brick wall, but rather a stone wall, with stones of varying colors and sizes that had been polished smooth and arranged in a very reasonable and comfortable layout.
Xue Liangliang casually tossed the ancestral tablet in his hand on the ground, feeling no respect for the ancestors of such a village.
