After saying that, Yuan Zhou held the incense stick in one hand and the wooden plate in the other and walked towards the small cauldron.
"Shua." Yuan Zhou inserted the wooden plate into the middle of the yellow Rosewood chips in the small cauldron.
The wooden tablet was about the length of a finger and the width of two fingers. The wood was specially chosen to have fewer patterns on it. The peacock pattern was only wrapped around the four corners of the wooden tablet. In the middle of the wooden tablet, there was a vigorous word "Tong" engraved.
Such a wooden plate looked very serious and proper. Yuan Zhou directly lit three specially processed incense sticks with a match and then inserted them.
"System, thank you for your help in the past two years." Yuan Zhou put his palms together and drooped his large sleeves naturally. He stood tall and straight in front of the cauldron and said with a solemn expression.
