After dinner.
Under Chen Lun's guidance, everyone came together to the open space in the manor's backyard.
Here, the servants had previously placed a circle of chairs, forming a ring. The Purple Moon was hazy in the sky, and tiny snowflakes fell, making the entire scene appear dreamlike.
Floey, Noah, Maggie, Golov, and Barton, one after another, chose a chair and sat down.
As Transcendents, their physical constitutions were much higher than those of mortals, so naturally, they were not as fearful of the cold.
Chen Lun stood in front of them, exhaling a breath of white air, and swept a smile over them with a glance.
"Are you ready, everyone?"
People looked at him and nodded seriously.
Without turning his head, Chen Lun snapped his fingers behind him, and a spark flew out of his hand into a large iron basin behind him, igniting the firewood inside.
With a whoosh sound, flames surged to the height of a person, kindling a roaring fire.
