On the left side of the room was a Spirit Tablet Tower surrounded by white candles. Each spirit tablet was housed in a cabinet-like niche, and white couplets hung on either side of the tower. The upper scroll read, "Rituals Follow Ancestral Order"; the lower scroll read, "Maintain Human Relations."
The grandeur of the surrounding decorations and the abundance of offerings made it evident that this place was of a much higher status than the ones before. Given that Wang Changxu's tablet was placed here, his standing in the Bright Wheel Hall was clearly considerable.
However, at this moment, not a trace of happiness could be seen on Zhuge Yuan's face. He stood stupefied about twenty feet away, staring motionlessly at the third offering on the left.
It was a beast's head—to be precise, the head of an Evil Spirit, a Slytongue.
The reason Zhuge Yuan recognized it so clearly was that back in his village, the grandmother who occasionally gave him meat was a Slytongue.
