C37 Who Is Jealous?

The smoke that the old granny exhaled did not dissipate. Instead, it gathered together, floating above the surface of the Ancestral Rites.

I put my hand to my mouth to stop myself from making a sound, and silently stared at the movement of the grandma's hand.

After a long time, the old granny knocked on the pipe. The moment she put down the pipe, the smoke that had formed instantly dispersed