They seemed to be talking about something.
He spoke, and she listened. She began to be engrossed, then grew puzzled after becoming engrossed.
Her expression shifted from puzzlement to bewilderment, but soon a smile appeared.
This was probably why so many people liked melting an iceberg. When someone who never smiled suddenly smiled once, it was breathtaking.
Pure elegance and boundless beauty.
For a moment, he seemed to have become immersed in this beautiful scenery... but she eventually reined herself in, like a dragonfly skimming the water—touching it only briefly before stopping.
This ritual was to continue until dawn.
Before the battle, there would be another ritual as well. It was a tradition of the Hou Yi Tribe, held to see off the warriors going into battle. Nearly all the witches from the tribe would appear, young and old alike, creating an entirely different spectacle.
Instructor Song said she absolutely could not miss such a scene... Missing it would be an irreparable loss to the study of Witch culture. After all, history could never produce a second confrontation between Chiyou and Hou Yi.
During the middle of the ritual, Witch Consort Chang'e left. She was going to bathe and cleanse herself, making further preparations for the send-off before dawn. The prayer ceremony in the second half would be conducted by another shaman from the Hou Yi Tribe.
Originally, the entire prayer ceremony should have been performed by a shaman, but having the Witch Consort pray for the victory of the man she loved was more romantic and more stirring.
"I heard people always perform one before a great battle. Is that true?"
But Instructor Song's strange thirst for knowledge suffered a crushing defeat at Xiao Luo Si R's hands.
"That kind of thing should depend on the mood, right?"