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Ancestor?
Naturally, one should stand aside in the presence of immortals. Before the cleansing, I had already apologized to my ancestors.
Zhao An shook his head and said, "Alright, everyone should get some rest after a long night. It's best to head back early."
The crowd expressed their agreement and gradually formed a line to leave.
Zhao An stretched lazily, dragging his weary steps toward home.
As the patriarch of the Zhao Family, Zhao An's residence was located right in the center of the village, just a small courtyard away from the Ancestral Hall.
Zhao Yun, Zhao An's biological son, naturally lived here with his father.
In the early morning, dawn broke through the clouds, illuminating the earth.
Everything gradually became clear.
The perfect morning light streamed through the window cracks and fell upon the still-sleeping face of Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing that beam of light, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of energy.
Is it dawn already?
He vaguely remembered that he had gone to sleep only in the afternoon.
But in an instant, another dawn had arrived?
Have I really slept through an entire night and morning?
Oh no, oh no!
If such a long sleep were reported to the immortals, would I be reprimanded?
With a hint of worry,
Zhao Yun dared not hesitate and leaped out of bed with the vigor of a carp leaping over the dragon gate, hurriedly putting on his clothes and rushing out the door.
As he passed by the kitchen, he happened to encounter his older brother Zhao Feng, who was kneading dough to prepare breakfast.
"Hey, second brother, why are you up so early today?" Zhao Feng asked while shaking the flour in his hands. "Do you want to join me for breakfast later?"
"No, no, brother, you eat by yourself. I have some matters to attend to," Zhao Yun quickly waved his hands in refusal and dashed out.
"More matters? What matters?" Zhao Feng looked at Zhao Yun's hurried figure with a puzzled expression as he left.
After exiting the main courtyard,
Zhao Yun caught sight of a familiar figure at the entrance.
Father?
Upon closer inspection, it truly was his father, Zhao An.
At that moment, Zhao An stood there like a wooden stake, gazing intently in the direction of the Ancestral Hall.
"Ancestral Hall?"
That is also a place where immortals reside.
Zhao Yun followed his gaze. The once earthen walls of the Ancestral Hall were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a towering light red stone wall that stood three zhang high.
Peering through the stone wall, the originally simple Ancestral Hall courtyard had vanished, revealing a unique structure unlike anything he had seen before. Its style was quite distinctive, completely different from all other known constructions, yet it exuded an extraordinary beauty.
Zhao An slowly recovered from his astonishment. Where had the vast courtyard of the Ancestral Hall gone? At that moment, he noticed Zhao Yun walking out of the building.
"Yun? Why are you still at home?"
A faint blush appeared on Zhao Yun's face as he explained, "I just couldn't hold on any longer. The immortal told me to go home and catch up on some sleep, and to find him once I regained my energy."
Upon learning it was the immortal's suggestion, Zhao An didn't ask further. "Oh, I see. Do you know what happened here at the Ancestral Hall? How did it change so dramatically overnight?"
Zhao Yun shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
Zhao An frowned and quietly inquired, "May I ask when you returned to rest?"
"About yesterday afternoon."
"Afternoon?"
"Really?"
"Come on, you must be joking! The immortal told you to rest, and you actually slept from the afternoon until morning—eight continuous hours?"
Zhao An paced back and forth inside the house. What should they do? With no one around for so long, would Shen Ren think they were disrespecting him?
With a serious expression, Zhao An waved at Zhao Yun. "Come here; we need to go find Shen Ren together and apologize."
Zhao Yun's face turned beet red. He himself didn’t understand why he had slept so soundly yesterday without waking up at all. Usually, he would only take a short nap for four or five hours at most. But yesterday, for some unknown reason, he had extended that time by double. He had slept through the entire night without waking even once.
He was unaware that it was due to being overly exhausted in recent days. Ever since encountering Yun Xiao Yi, he had been in a state of heightened mental tension.
He continued to witness many celestial techniques and artifacts, keeping his body in a state of heightened excitement. However, once his tense mind relaxed, the accumulated fatigue surged forth like a flood. Fortunately, Zhao Yun's extensive martial arts training endowed him with a robust physique. A normal person would likely find it difficult to even get out of bed, and without three or four days of proper rest, recovery would be nearly impossible.
Zhao An pulled Zhao Yun toward the Ancestral Hall. Before long, they arrived near the Ancestral Hall. Yet, the once familiar sight of the Ancestral Hall had completely transformed. Fortunately, the position of the main entrance had changed; otherwise, they would have likely wandered aimlessly outside the walls. Even though the entrance had taken on a new appearance, replacing the old, simple wooden door was a finely crafted iron gate.
Zhao An reached out to touch the heavy new door, and his eyes sparkled with increasing brightness. "Is this Bai Lian Steel?"
"What? Bai Lian Steel? Dad, are you sure you’re not mistaken?" Zhao Yun exclaimed in disbelief beside him. In a future era of advanced technology, this kind of material might not be as tough as the blades found at home. The steel mill could produce dozens or even hundreds of tons of steel with each production run.
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