Small Mountain Village.
Beside the bonfire, everyone drank the wine Li Fan had brewed, laughing and chatting in a lively atmosphere.
Li Fan, however, stared at Second Uncle with a puzzled expression.
He was going to get drunk so he could slit his own wrist and use his blood?
"Second Uncle... what's wrong? Why do you have to hurt yourself?"
He asked.
At that, Second Uncle said:
"Didn't I tell you before? Before the Shamanic Dancer left, he told me that on the first day it thundered this year, someone would bring something back to me."
"Today, a young fellow really did bring me a lamp... The Shamanic Dancer said to use my blood as oil and burn the lamp by my bedside. That way, we can change the feng shui of our village."
As he spoke, he took out the bronze antique lamp he had received from Ao Wushuang.
The bronze lamp was mottled with age. A pitch-black flame burned within it, yet it gave off no warmth at all.
Seeing the lamp, Dugu Yuqing beside him was instantly astonished.
"This lamp... wasn't it thrown away by Master?!"
He recognized it. This was the very lamp he had tried to light in the Hanque Mountain Range, only for his master to throw it away.
Now... it had somehow ended up in Second Uncle's hands, and it had even been lit. The flame burning within it was black, too??
What was going on...
Even Li Fan was a little surprised.
This really was the same lamp as before...
Someone had actually brought it back to Second Uncle...
Well, what a coincidence...
He began to wonder what that Shamanic Dancer was up to...
He'd had someone find a lamp for Second Uncle, and then told Second Uncle to burn it with