Lu Yi's sharp shout made my expression stiffen for a moment, and my thoughts began racing. Could it really be as I suspected? Is the false godhead a scam? But he had refused to choose anyone for hundreds of years—why had he chosen Zou Wei of all people? And what did Yuan Ci mean by "When fortune reaches its peak, caution is needed; once the auspicious time passes, disaster will follow. Purpleyou Pavilion"?
At that moment, I suddenly wished that Yuan Ci, that charlatan of a monk, had come along. Some matters were better left to professionals. Aside from killing these demons and monsters after their affairs were exposed, I really wasn't good at judging whether they were right or wrong beforehand.
The final step was at hand, and the godhead was about to be transferred. Everyone was outside the sea area, protecting the ritual. Did that mean I was supposed to stop the godhead-transfer ceremony now?
"Senior Xia... what should we do?" Zou Wei was also rather dumbfounded. Looking at the empty coffin, she swallowed. She had no idea what was inside the other one, either. Being suddenly told that she was to inherit the godhead had already been more than enough for her to digest, and now she was being forced to compromise step by step. Was she blindly obeying, or should she resist?
She probably didn't even know herself, which was why she had asked me what to do. If the road ahead was smooth, then telling her to move forward would be a heaven-sent opportunity and a stroke of great fortune. It would create a godhead bearer, benefiting the cultivators of the Ancient City sea area and even those of a far greater sea region. But if I knew there was danger ahead and still pushed