Wei Ziqin and Qiao Lin were both very spirited since their bodily strength and mystic conscious as mystic cultivators differed from normal people's. To them, repeating these motions at this time of day was simply nothing.
Retracting her gaze, Qiao Mu followed the sequence for the praying ceremony without prompt.
She even deliberately followed the most elaborate and strict sequence to sufficiently demonstrate her piety.
She wasn't tired doing it anyways. Since they made her come here bright and early in the morning to burn joss sticks and say prayers, then she'd go through the most long-winded and formal ceremony to make those orioles and swallows behind her suffer.
Afterall, separated by the lingering incense smoke, it wasn't like this clique of royal concubines, princesses, and madams could come bite her from anger!
