No normal young man would ever decorate a room like this. Using such a place as a Cultivation Room, spending at least half of every day inside—over time, even an elderly person would become gloomy, let alone a youth whose mind had not yet fully matured.
However, for someone with an unshakeable goal of revenge, this setup could serve as a constant reminder.
Tong Hou entered the Cultivation Room and walked over to the memorial tablets. He silently lit a stick of incense, let it burn for a moment, and then meticulously performed nine full kowtows. Afterward, he stared at the two tablets, lost in thought for a long time.
He seemed to be lost in distant memories, his world-weary expression shifting with subtle flickers of emotion.
After a long while, he finally returned to his senses. Looking at the two tablets, he whispered, "Mother, Sister, I thought it would take at least another hundred years before I could go back and start preparing, but..."
