Chapter 297: Why Should My Spirit Beast Hall Be Abolished?!
Along the way, as Yang Zhao and Yang Shidao traveled, there were far fewer pedestrians on the road.
And indeed, just as the city guards had said, everywhere they looked was dressed in mourning white.
In the blink of an eye.
The two arrived at the Yang family ancestral residence.
At this time, the spring chill had not yet faded.
The vermilion-lacquered gates of the Yang ancestral residence had lost all their splendor. Plain white silk hung across all three layers of the gate lintels.
The copper bells at the eaves were tied with hemp knots. When the wind passed, their sound was like sobbing, intertwining with the late-second-month cold snap's northern wind, sweeping up the newly laid frost-dusted mugwort before the steps.
"Young Master Shidao, Master Zhao." The guards before the gate all wore hemp shoes, and when they saw the two, they bowed in greeting.
The two entered the Yang residence.
