Chen Long was shocked that Bao Gucheng believed Zuzi's nonsensical words.
But upon seeing Bao Gucheng's resolute expression, the words of caution he wanted to say were obediently swallowed back.
Saying it might just get him beaten up worse by the master.
Forget it, if the ritual doesn't work, it's never too late to report it against Xi Fei!
Chen Long busied himself with preparations.
Only the time of one incense stick burning had passed.
Deep in the dark valley, several campfires were lit up.
The campfires surrounded in a semicircle, in the middle stood an antique table, neatly arranged with a censer and a pot of wine.
Bao Gucheng stood straight, holding the incense, he bowed three times to the burial site, evenly pouring the aged wine three feet in front of the table, silently reciting the sacrificial text in his heart.
His subordinates behind him stopped together, standing silently as per the rules, not daring to make a noise.
