Ye Ruoxue followed the elderly man into the Xiao family's large courtyard.
She could not tell how many turns they had taken along the way.
Finally, they arrived inside the large house in the backyard.
The elder had already left quietly, bowing slightly as he exited the door.
The mansion exuded an indescribable sense of antiquity and vicissitude.
In the center of the courtyard stood an ancient pagoda tree that was a thousand years old.
It would take at least ten people to circle it with their arms, and even then, they might not be able to enclose it completely.
The Xiao family revered this tree as a deity.
On every important occasion, all members of the clan would come to worship it.
Ye Ruoxue would also visit during the annual worship.
Therefore, one could consider her an outsider to the clan.
A branch of the great pagoda tree stretched out horizontally.
Two meters long and one meter wide, it was the perfect height to serve as a natural tea seat.