Midstream of Shuanglong River, under the clear blue sky.
Yibai and Old Tortoise lurked beneath the water, staring eye to eye.
"Prophet, who is being sacrificed to?"
Yibai had a hunch but dared not be certain.
Rain Dragon Lord.
There was no demon known by that name in the midstream of Shuanglong River, for sure.
But if it was about bringing rain...
He had tried the Taoist spell 'Rain Prayer' three or four days ago and indeed had brought rain.
"Dragon kind, this sacrifice is mostly for you, you brought rain to the midstream before, and when the Haicheng County Prefect prayed for rain unsuccessfully, he found out that there was a demon capable of doing so and sought your service."
Old Tortoise hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"For me?"
A realization dawned on Yibai.
Before he could ponder further,
wisps of blue smoke permeated the river, coming towards him.
Yibai suddenly heard a murmuring voice near his ear.
It was like an opera.
