Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 439 - 304 That Gust of Wind_3

Chapter 439: Chapter 304 That Gust of Wind_3

There were no ancestral portraits hanging here, but rather a collection of ancestral tablets arrayed in their place.

These had been relocated from the small ancestral hall atop Xiao Feng Mountain, their number slightly abundant.

The ancestral portraits were hung in another hall and were not within the incense hall.

The master of ceremonies chanted the liturgy, reciting the sacrificial text.

After the sacrificial offerings were arranged, a series of procedures such as lighting candles and incense were completed by the clanspeople of the Feng Family from Yang City.

Following the order of age and seniority, members of the clan offered incense in turn, then together the entire clan bowed deeply to their ancestors, kneeling in homage.

Feng Yi was not among them.

Watching the ceremony, the relatives observed the whole Feng Family from Yang City collectively performing the rites, then glanced at Feng Yi, who stood apart, each with their own thoughts.

Such an outstanding descendant—despite past disputes, wouldn’t they summon him back to the family, considering his current achievements?

Many were puzzled by this.

But some saw it clearly.

Even if the Feng Family from Yang City had such intentions, they could not do so on this occasion.

Old Man Feng wouldn’t do something as face-losing as this in front of the relatives.

The invitation sent to Feng Yi before the ancestral worship indicated he was no longer an internal member of the family but merely treated as a relative. This was known to many.

How to handle the situation afterward would be a matter for another time. At least today, here, it was not permissible!

Once the ancestral worship ceremony had ended and the relatives had gone, whatever developments took place would be unseen by others, and the ultimate interpretation would belong to the Feng Family from Yang City.

Without using his eyes, Feng Yi could sense the true hearts of everyone around the ancestral hall.

The positive and negative, the joys and resentments, the emotions masked behind false expressions—all lay bare.

Old Man Feng, offering incense at the front, cast a glance toward Feng Yi during the ritual, as if to check his reaction. Was there envy? Loneliness?

However, all he saw was Feng Yi’s indifferent gaze in return.

The relatives from the Feng Family of Yang City offered incense before the distant kin would have their turn.

Following Mute Uncle and the others, it was finally Feng Yi’s turn.

He had no strong opinion regarding the ancestral tablets inside the hall.

After all, they were his forebears, bound by blood, and he would pay his respects duly.

Taking the incense, Feng Yi stood before the altar, looking at the tablets, and silently intoned:

[Rest here in peace.]

[Let go of the ancestral home atop Xiao Feng Mountain, since you’ve been relocated, don’t think of returning there so easily.]

[Look at how spacious and luxurious this place is—it could have ranked highly even centuries ago.]

[The environment is tranquil; with two walls in between, there’s no one gaming to disturb your peaceful dreams.]

[The conditions of that house on Xiao Feng Mountain are basic, unsuitable for you. Moreover, it has become Mute Uncle’s gaming den.]

[If you harbor any resentment, direct it towards Old Man Feng.]

Mute Uncle, observing from a distance, was surprised: The Feng Family from Yang City actually let Feng Yi perform the rituals so smoothly?

He glanced over at Old Man Feng, yet could discern nothing unusual.

Old Man Feng watched Feng Yi, his eyelids half-drooped.

Feng Zeng, who was assisting Old Man Feng, made an inconspicuous hand gesture.

In the incense hall, as Feng Yi raised the burning incense above his head with both hands, his pupils changed, and vertical slits gleamed within them.

A light sound came from directly above Feng Yi—suddenly, a thin decorative plank fell!

But at that very moment, a gust of wind blew fiercely from the outside in!

Whoosh—

The flowers placed in the courtyard fluttered their leaves and petals in the wind, some falling off.

The candles lit for the clan’s offering were all snuffed out!

The powerful gust also pushed the falling plank, which was about to hit Feng Yi, further inside.

Clang!

In the front, where the ancestral tablets were neatly arranged, they were struck by the falling plank, scattering chaotically.

One of the tablets was not only knocked over but also spun three hundred and sixty degrees due to the angle of the fall, tumbling before landing with a smack on the ground.

Feng Yi glanced at the name on that tablet.

It belonged to his great-grandfather, the father of Old Man Feng and Feng Yi’s great-grandmother.

Then the wind ceased, and the noise stopped.

The air fell suddenly silent.

Old Man Feng’s complexion turned ashen.