The main hall was a spacious room of over three hundred square meters, large enough to easily hold a hundred people without feeling crowded. Hundreds of round straw cushions covered the fine, jade-colored tatami mats. On each cushion sat a small side table holding a small flagon. A heartwarming, rich aroma of wine drifted from the flagons. An old wine-hound like Uncle could tell with a single sniff that the wine inside must be aged and mature. Wine of this vintage, unless it was a private reserve, would certainly not be any cheaper than Moutai if put on the market.
At the very front of the main hall stood an altar carved from golden Phoebe wood, with exquisite and luxurious craftsmanship. That altar alone, if put up for auction, would likely fetch an astronomical price in the eight figures. Shrines priests and miko stood in a row before the altar, not standing, but in a kneeling posture. Whether it was the elderly, weathered priests or the young and beautiful miko, every face was filled with solemnity and reverence. Rich offerings were placed in the exact center of the altar: not only expensive fruits like finger limes, kiwano melons, and Roman ruby grapes, but even genuine gold ingots and gold leaf. The candlelight made from Mermaid oil flickered slightly in the air.
Behind the altar stood three gigantic statues. In the very center was a valiant and heroic man of upright posture, with piercing eyes. He held a golden sun high above his head with one hand.
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