The backyard Buddhist hall.
Song Yansheng finished offering incense to the ancestors of the Song Family, kneeling and bowing, completing all the tasks Yu Yao wanted him to finish every day.
As he was about to stand up, Yu Yao, who was standing beside him, suddenly said coldly, "Continue kneeling—!"
Song Yansheng was taken aback for a moment, but he did not stand up, remaining kneeling on the cushion, his back perfectly straight.
