The day before New Year's Day, Luo Chong took his wife and children to pay respects to their ancestors. Unlike the grand celebrations in the past, Luo Chong no longer held collective sacrificial ceremonies. There were simply too many prefectures in the Han Tribe, and the people were scattered far and wide. It was impossible for him to bring all the people together for a ceremony, so everyone simply worshiped their own ancestors separately.
Because no imperial palace had been built, there was naturally no Imperial Ancestral Temple to enshrine their forebears, either. At present, Luo Chong's place of worship was actually the cave outside Hanyang City where the tribe's earliest settlers had lived.
No one knew how many generations of the Han Tribe's ancestors had lived in that cave. It could barely be counted as a place of worship.
Luo Chong led his family into the cave. It had since been renovated, and in the innermost area, where sunlight shone down, Luo Chong had ordered a stone tablet to be carved and placed there. It served as a memorial tablet for the ancestors of the Han Tribe.
Luo Chong's family was not the only group to come and pay respects. Some food laid out on plates had already been placed before the stone tablet, and it looked as though it had been there for two or three days.
Luo Chong did not know who had come to pay respects so early, but there were only a few people who could have come here. Perhaps it had been Lame, perhaps Big Strength, or perhaps Feather. In any case, they were all people who had once lived here.
"Dad, did you live in this cave when you were little?" Little Luo Cheng, already three years old, followed beside Luo Chong and