Zhou Yitang's gaze lingered on her for a moment, then passed her, once again focusing on Yin Tingxue in the pavilion, frowning as if enduring an invisible torment.
Her face held no extra expression, her single arm hanging naturally at her side,
"We can begin."
......…
The crowd all displayed demon forms.
Under the gazes twisted with pain, madness, and plea from thousands, amidst the deafening chants and mixed sounds of moaning wails, Chen Yi showed no expression, stepping onto the golden light-shrouded high altar paved with petals, one step at a time.
His figure stood tall as his robes fluttered with the fierce mountain winds and heavy sandalwood scent, clashing with the solemnly adorned and Buddha Light-filled surroundings, like a drop of thick ink into a golden ocean.
The sandalwood was so dense it almost turned into tangible white giant pythons, winding around the entire altar and burrowing into everyone's mouth, nose, heart, and lungs.
