"They're all here!" Wu Longfeng was beside himself with excitement. This was the moment he had spent so many years waiting for.
He was not the only one. Everyone present held their breath, staring fixedly at the Seven-Spirit Disc, afraid of missing even the slightest change.
One breath passed, with no change; three breaths passed, with no change; ten breaths passed, and it remained the same.
After a quarter of an hour, everyone's expression had grown rather ugly.
Wu Longfeng in particular wore a thunderous expression. He glared at Old Sun and demanded, "What exactly is going on?"
The others also stared at Old Sun with murderous expressions. In their eyes, no one could rival Sun Simiao's understanding of the Seven Spirit Blades.
They had now gathered all seven of the Seven Spirit Blades and fitted the Seven-Spirit Disc into the recess in the stone wall. They had no doubt whatsoever that this was where the Seven-Spirit Disc belonged, so why was nothing happening?
"Glaring at me is useless. I don't know the mysteries within it either. But the time has not yet come. Is it so strange that nothing has changed?" Old Sun said mildly.
At Old Sun's words, the others' breathing briefly caught.
Thinking about it, that was true. The Double Seventh Festival was not until tomorrow; tonight was indeed too early.
"How strange. Why hasn't the Seven-Spirit Disc changed at all? When we put the seven Seven Spirit Blades into it, at least a map of golden lines appeared," Wu Longfeng murmured.
They could not help feeling puzzled. The Seven-Spirit Disc was far too quiet, showing no changes whatsoever, and that left them uneasy.
After all, when all seven Seven Spirit Blades had been placed in the Seven-Spirit Disc before, at least a map of golden lines