Xia Xin stared blankly at Jiangli, then glanced at the ancestral master's statue. Why did he feel as if the old ancestor seemed to be threatening the master...
After Jiangli finished speaking, she picked up the three lit incense sticks and bowed in offering. This time, the incense did not break.
Jiangli smoothly inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.
Xia Xin: "..."
Was this threat actually effective?
As Jiangli stood up and came over, Xia Xin flashed a sycophantic smile, "Old Ancestor..."
Jiangli couldn't help but say, "It's not for me to say, but what is really going on with you and your apprentice, Xia Xin? I always used agarwood, and even if you switched to sandalwood, that's fine, but you used damp sandalwood at that. The master naturally would not be happy, nor would he bless both of you. No wonder you have been at Jiaoyang Temple since childhood and yet your spiritual wisdom hasn't been awakened."