The Dou Qi and spiritual energy within the Medicine Realm had ultimately been gathered through special means and could not be preserved forever. At the same time, the Yao Clan's Dou Di ancestor held the Medicine Ceremony each time to display his own prestige.
Amid everyone's eager anticipation, the Yao Clan's Medicine Ceremony officially began.
On the morning of the Medicine Ceremony, countless Yao Clan citizens stopped what they were doing. When the first rays of sunlight fell, they began an exceptionally devout rite of kneeling in worship. They knelt to the heavens, while also commemorating their Dou Di ancestor.
As Xiao Yan watched these devout descendants of the Yao Clan, even though he disliked this clan, he had to admit that the pride in their bones had its reasons.
After the rather complicated worship ceremony ended, specially assigned Yao Clan attendants came to invite Xiao Yan and the others onto the stage.
A total of four alchemists from Origin Return Manor were participating in this Medicine Ceremony. Even Xiao Yan, the weakest among them, possessed the strength to challenge the ninth tier, so they naturally could not be treated casually.
Just as Xiao Yan and the others were being led toward the Medicine Ceremony's central venue and were about to arrive, an aged figure appeared before them.
"Does a former cripple now dare to attend the Medicine Ceremony as well?" An aged and arrogant voice suddenly rang out.
Upon hearing this, both Xiao Yan and Yao Lao halted at the same time, their sharp senses already having locked onto the newcomer. He was an old man with a gray beard, accompanied by several dozen formidable Yao Clan elites.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked at Xiao Yan and Yao Lao with utter disdain.
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