Min Ao was left speechless.
Ke Han's words were so resolute that Min Ao could not argue with him, for he was at an absolute disadvantage.
Helpless, Min Ao could only cast Su Mo another regretful look. Its meaning could not have been clearer.
He was powerless to help.
Su Mo remained silent and did not press Min Ao further.
Nor did he make any move, because he was not qualified to contend for her, and it was even less appropriate for him to do anything else now.
Taking slaves was a contest among pavilion disciples; it was impossible for the pavilion venerables and the Pavilion Master to bestow one as a reward.
After some discussion between Ke Han and the other contenders, he successfully got his way and planted his slave mark in Ji Hailan.
Ji Hailan could not resist, nor was she capable of resisting.
But at least she had survived.
"Sacrifice!"
At this moment, a pavilion venerable cried out loudly. The next instant, the five array diagrams slowly began to turn, dim light spreading across them.
Within the array diagrams were the flesh, blood, bones, and remnant souls of several hundred members of other races. They would serve as offerings to sacrifice to the Soul Race's ancestors.
What followed was a series of dazzling procedures for the sacrificial ceremony.
After nearly half an hour, the Qing Ni Sacrifice finally came to a complete end.
The pavilion disciples then followed the Pavilion Master and the pavilion venerables back to the Soul Pavilion's central square.
Then they each returned on their way.
Surrounded by a group of pavilion disciples, Ke Han headed toward the North Left District with Ji Hailan.
Su Mo, too, was surrounded by twenty or thirty people, all of them excitedly flattering him.
"Everyone, if you