The Ancestral Tablet was opened in the front yard of the villa.
After seven or eight sunny days in Yang City, the skies had turned overcast again. The north wind had been biting two days ago; today it had stopped, but the sky was even gloomier.
Feng Jun had not planned to film it on-site, but Tang Wenji repeatedly insisted that it had to be recorded.
"Master Feng, this may be a trivial matter to you, but for our tiny Azure Mountain, I'm witnessing a historic event with far-reaching consequences... Senior Brother Ma, don't you agree?"
That's exactly what I wanted to say! Daoist Master Ma nodded repeatedly. "Precisely. No amount of ceremony would be excessive... We should record it as a memento."
Are they afraid I'll pull some magic trick? How could Feng Jun fail to guess even that much?
After all, he was the one taking things out of the storage artifact. How much was inside, and how much he took out, were not transparent.
Since it was not transparent, there was naturally a need for greater oversight. Besides, Xia Nation's cultivators, whether they possessed real abilities or not, generally knew a few tricks of misdirection.
At the same time, the request was somewhat reasonable. A storage artifact left behind by their ancestors hundreds of years ago was about to have its treasure chest opened today. Elsewhere, it would have been perfectly normal to bathe and burn incense for ten days or half a month, let alone set up a few more cameras.
Feng Jun produced four cameras, all equipped with tripods—one of them belonged to Yang Yuxin.
That was right, Manager Yang was also taking part in this grand occasion. While Feng Jun and the others were talking inside, no one had been able to crowd around