The two of them waited at the top of the mountain for another seven days.
"Why isn't the new king here yet?" Han asked.
"Wait a little longer," said Xia Ji.
Thus, the two of them waited for another three days.
Xia Ji felt a strange emotion.
"You wait on the mountain. I'll go look around."
After saying that, Xia Ji took a step forward and descended the mountain.
He didn't know if it was fate or destiny.
He found the corpse of a young man in the grass at the foot of the mountain. The young man had a dignified appearance and a strong back. He was really extraordinary.
He took out a drop of blood from the corpse and a jade bottle from his storage space.
He raised his hand and inhaled.
A drop of blood flew out of the bottle. It was said that the blood belonged to the founding king of Great Shang.
