Long Xi began the White Dragon Clan's unique worship ritual. Lu Yin followed her lead and did as she did.
He couldn't understand what the point of all this was. Ancestor Mang wasn't going to open his eyes and bestow some power on them. He even maliciously wondered if Ancestor Mang would swallow them the moment he woke up. But they were so small that they probably wouldn't even make a decent bite. Wait—could Ancestor Mang have been sleeping all this time because there was nothing to eat and he was starving?
Lu Yin felt he'd discovered the truth and wondered whether he should tell Long Xi.
After following Long Xi through the worship ritual, Lu Yin asked, "Can we leave now?"
Long Xi nodded, gazing at Ancestor Mang with fervor. "The power of my White Dragon Clan comes from Ancestor Mang's blessing. If I could see him awaken with my own eyes one day, I would have no regrets."
"When will Ancestor Mang wake up?" Lu Yin was curious, too.
Long Xi's gaze dimmed, and she didn't answer.
"What about the Terror Ants? We'll definitely have to go back the way we came, and we'll run into them again." Lu Yin remembered a serious problem.
Long Xi crouched down and touched the dirt. "Ancestor Mang has been sleeping here for a very long time. This soil is infused with his aura. Smearing it on ourselves should be enough to deter the Terror Ants."
"Isn't that too risky?" Lu Yin asked.
Long Xi replied coolly, "You can stay here if you want." She paused, then looked at Lu Yin with a serious expression. "If you stay, I can announce to everyone that you've had an epiphany and are experiencing Ancestor Mang's blessing. That would let you avoid Bai Shao Hong's