"Daishi, come over too and kowtow three times to the ancestor and your clan uncles." Not far from the desolate graves, a man and a woman stood quietly.
The woman already had the appearance of a mature, middle-aged woman. At these words, she turned to look at her husband beside her.
Her face bore traces of life's hardships, and a few silver strands had appeared in her hair. She wore a plain white Daoist robe, and the spiritual energy circulating around her was rather sluggish.
Seeing this, her husband nodded gently.
"Yes, Thirteenth Clan Uncle," the woman answered softly, her voice full of respect.
Though she looked several years older than Yue Chengfeng, she had always treated him with great respect and still addressed him as her clan uncle.
She was none other than Yue Daishi, the younger sister of Yue Zhimu, once a collateral-branch disciple of the Yue Household.
Now, a faint air of decline hung about her, and her cultivation had not even reached peak Qi Refining.
Over forty years ago, she had already been at the peak of the fifth layer of Qi Refining;
Yet now, the years had passed, but her cultivation had stagnated.
Yue Daishi slowly walked up to the offering table and first respectfully kowtowed three times to the uppermost gravestone, engraved with the name Zhongqi.
Her movements followed the proper rites, but there was little grief on her face.
The bonds between collateral-branch members and the main line had always been thin, and she had only met them a handful of times since childhood;
She truly felt little for this so-called ancestor or household head.
When she reached a low gravestone to kowtow, Yue Daishi suddenly stiffened and stopped.
No name had been engraved on that gravestone. Only half a piece of broken