Mo Hua's heart stirred. His eyes gleamed as he stared at Zhang Quan.
He wanted to see how Zhang Quan would open the altar, how he would consecrate the bell, and what sort of ancestor portrait he worshipped.
And where, exactly, was this altar Zhang Quan intended to open?
Mo Hua had thoroughly searched Walking Corpse Stronghold, yet had not found any altar anywhere.
Zhang Quan instructed a Corpse Cultivator:
"Go prepare the offerings."
The Corpse Cultivator accepted the order and withdrew. Before long, he returned with a bandit carrying a clay vat filled with blood.
Zhang Quan nodded, then shut the Secret Chamber's door.
Afterward, he inspected the area again. Once he found no "outsiders," his expression turned solemn, and he walked to a screen.
The screen was old and placed against the wall. A Withered Ink Landscape Painting adorned it.
Zhang Quan formed several hand seals and muttered something.
Ink mist billowed across the screen, ripples spreading in rings before it finally dissolved into Void, revealing an opening.
Mo Hua was slightly startled.
There was another Secret Chamber within this Secret Chamber?
He had not discovered it at all.
It seemed he had underestimated Zhang Quan.
This Zhang Quan truly had no shortage of secrets...
Mo Hua thought to himself.
Behind the screen was another Secret Chamber.
The beam where Mo Hua hid offered a poor angle. He could only glimpse one corner of the room and could not see its full layout.
Yet even from that corner, he could see its lavish decorations, its eerie candlelight, all manner of sinister furnishings, and a platform draped in golden-yellow cloth.
Mo Hua shifted to another beam, clung to it, dangled upside down with his little head hanging low, and peered inside.
This time, he could see a little more