Seeing Old Qin remain silent, the elderly clan leader snorted coldly, looked up at the sky, and then announced in a loud voice.
"The auspicious time has come. Each family should proceed in honor of their elders and offer their gifts!"
As the words fell, whispers quickly spread among the crowd. Many people craned their necks to see the offerings others had brought, silently comparing them, and some faces wore smug smiles.
Su Pan'er calmly watched all this, covering the oil-paper on her own basket.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Qin Yi's mouth.
The elderly clan leader on the altar solemnly said, "Silence! No one should make noise!"
Uttering these words, his eyes swept slowly over the crowd.
The crowd immediately fell silent.
"The offering ceremony officially begins! When I call your name, you should come forward. Qin Zhong, Qin Fanggen, Qin An..."