The smile on the White Sun Holy Mother's face grew more intense, indicating a genuine sense of joy.
When he stepped forward and placed a hand on Yu Ziqing's head, his gaze was deep, as if he saw Yu Ziqing's Yin God. His smile widened even more.
Yu Ziqing was confined in a felt tent, his body weighed down by two iron balls as heavy as mountains.
The White Sun Holy Mother exited the tent to personally inspect, while Liu Xin prepared the sacrificial altar.
"Is everything ready?"
"Reporting to the Holy Mother, it has been ready for a long time."
"Good, let's start tomorrow then."
Beneath the ice and snow, a massive underground space had been excavated at some unknown time.
Inside was a sacrificial altar made of white jade, with runes formed by fresh blood spread around the altar.
