The Yates' courtyard was bustling with noise.
Derek stood at the door, greeting the guests from all sides. Eight elders of the Yates family had arrived. Including himself, only Armie was left.
All the Yates near Capitol returned to the Yates' courtyard.
This was the clan gathering!
The opening of the ancestral hall, the day of ancestor worship!
No matter how far they went, the Yates would all come back.
Derek raised his head and looked at the sun hanging high in the middle. It was almost noon, and the people who should come had already arrived. It was time to open the ancestral shrine!
His grandson, Paul, was only one step away from being the heir of the Yates!
With a smile on his face, Derek turned around and was about to walk towards the ancestral hall.
Unexpectedly, a figure slowly stepped into the front door of the Yates' courtyard.