"Come on! You lost three Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pills to me last time. Watch me win them back this time!"
Yun Yuan said mildly, "You were clearly the one who lost and refused to pay last time. I still haven't seen so much as a shadow of those three pills."
Jiang Shouzhuo's expression remained unchanged as he declared with perfect conviction, "Put it on my tab, my tab! Would I ever stiff you?"
"Heh."
True Person Xuanwei smiled silently beside them, while Feng Ci had already picked up her cards.
The four of them began playing Immortal Cards with a clatter in the Sea of Consciousness, yet every face remained solemn, every gaze steady and grave, as though they were earnestly listening to the glorious deeds of the Ji Clan's ancestors.
Sure enough, old ginger packed the fiercest bite.
Once more than half of the sleep-inducing Sacrificial Text had been read, it finally began easing toward the true purpose of today's Ancestral Sacrifice:
Awaken the ancestral vein, open the origin pool, welcome the blessings of old, illuminate the descendants.
At the words "welcome the blessings of old," Yun Qing's eyelid gave a faint twitch.
He turned to look at Yun Huang, whose aura had not stirred in the slightest. He remained cool and indifferent, as though none of this concerned him.
When it came to composure, the best of them was actually this Immortal Emperor who would destroy the world at the slightest disagreement.
Yun Qing sighed, deeply convinced that he still needed to work on cultivating his composure.
Once the Sacrificial Text had been proclaimed, the blood offering began.
The Ji Clan's direct descendants stepped forward in order, touching blood from their fingertips to the ancestral patterns. The beads of blood sank into jade and became thin red trails, winding