As the thought arose, Yi Shuyuan suddenly felt a faint chill of dread. Then he counted on his fingers to divine the matter, and his heart gave a slight start.
Heaven's workings were in chaos, too hazy to calculate clearly.
Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly. In this particular matter, perhaps someone had simply obscured heaven's workings because of the scale. After all, what he had perceived through Spirit Sense was far from ordinary.
But it might also be another tribulation of his own.
Yet no solar term was approaching just now, leaving Yi Shuyuan unable to judge.
While Yi Shuyuan was thinking, someone lifted the side hall's door curtain and walked in. It was Li Laosan, slightly tipsy from drinking, who had found an excuse to come check on things. He surveyed the dim room, then instinctively glanced toward the wall niche.
The room was utterly silent. Never mind people-there was not even a cat or dog inside.
"Strange. I thought I heard something in here just now."
When the strange wind had risen, Li Laosan had felt deeply uneasy. Now, though the wind had stopped, what worried him most was the thing inside the room. His anxiety had sobered him up considerably.
He took the bamboo ladder leaning to one side and set it beneath the niche, then climbed up and lifted the covering cloth to look inside. The bundle of black cloth behind the two memorial tablets was still sitting there undisturbed. He reached out to touch it, and it felt right, too.
Only then did Li Laosan breathe a sigh of relief. He bowed to the two wooden memorial tablets.
"Father, Mother, you must help me keep a close watch on this treasure. Our Li Household's rise to glory and the flourishing of our descendants might all depend