All eyes fell upon Yang Kun and Yang Ling.
The real protagonists of this literary ritual were indeed the two of them.
Yang Ling immediately stepped forward, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times before making his way to the altar, his eyes brimming with excitement. With great reverence, he placed the beast-controlling bag in his hand onto the altar, looking at the neatly arranged bags in front of him.
Yang Ling carefully straightened the surface, dusted off any dust, and then stepped down.
As soon as he left the altar.
He couldn't help but reveal a smile of excitement and pride on his face, his gaze towards Yang Kun heavy with provocation.
In the past few days...
He had worried himself gray over the matter of the ritual offering.
After losing the Ice Snow Phoenix, he could find no other offering to replace it.
Luckily, in the competition for the first offering, Jin Feiyan proved to be supportive enough to let him win back the Ice Snow Phoenix from Yang Kun.
