The golden statue stood behind all the ancestral tablets, holding a massive black blade. Its eyes glinted as it gazed forward, exuding a formidable presence.
Lin Tian recognized it at a glance; it was the Thousand Jin Rock, nearly identical to the one he kept at home, only much larger.
Wang Sijing stepped forward and respectfully lit three sticks of incense. Her gaze lingered on the golden statue, her eyes filled with remembrance.
"Is this statue your family's ancestor?" Chen Moxiang asked.
"Yes. It was he who founded the Ancient Martial the Wang Family. To honor our ancestors, a golden statue was erected here for future generations to admire."
There really wasn't much to see here. At first, the golden statue caught the eye, but after a few more looks, it felt unremarkable.
Finally, Lin Tian's gaze fell on the soul plaques on the offering table. The plaque at the forefront read: The Ancestral Position of Wang Family Jiangzu Xingkong.
