The Five Fingers were still waiting quietly beside the altar. As the bloodstains on the altar gradually faded, the girl lying at its center gave off an increasingly dangerous feeling.
However, the Five Fingers all knew that this was a sign that the Black Sky was nearly complete. They had succeeded once before.
Though in the end, it had been ruined by that hateful old blind man, Stick.
The blood on the altar grew scarcer and scarcer. If someone had carefully observed the flow of the blood at that moment, they would have discovered that all of it was flowing into the body of the girl lying in the bloodstains.
"Madame Gao."
Alexandra, who stood at the front, said, "Once the Black Sky succeeds, we'll immediately hold the ritual and extend your lifespan."
Madame Gao lifted her eyelids slightly and gave a quiet hum.
Sowande, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly asked Murakami, "How long has Shin been gone?"
Murakami, whose eyes were likewise closed, replied, "I don't know. Probably no more than half an hour."
"Half an hour..."
After saying that with some implied meaning, Sowande returned to his usual appearance of not caring about anything.
Instead, Murakami opened his eyes at that moment.
The five of them had been close ever since they served as elders in K'un-Lun. Otherwise, they would not have betrayed K'un-Lun together.
They had originally been friends who understood one another, and after spending centuries together, each other's tempers and personalities had long become as familiar as habits.
Of course Murakami knew. Although Sowande appeared not to care about anything, he was actually the one among the five who cared most about their relationship. Madame Gao cared most about lifespan, Alexandra cared most about power. Bakuto still harbored a trace of regret