The Great Elder stood far away, still separated by the amber, so he couldn’t perceive clearly.
But instinct told him that what the youth was doing right now looked very familiar.
It wasn’t only the Great Elder who felt that way.
Runsheng frowned too — he recognized it.
Tan Wenbin rubbed his bleeding eyes hard, as if thinking he’d seen things wrong.
When he confirmed it again, he couldn’t help but cry out in astonishment:
“Little Yuan, are you going to—”
Only Ayou didn’t know what it meant, because he hadn’t been at the ceremony the first time.
Li Zhuiyuan slowly raised his palms.
The solemn atmosphere grew thicker and thicker.
Zhao Luhai: “You’re performing a second lighting, withdrawing from the Jiang.”
Li Zhuiyuan didn’t answer.
He continued the motions with his hands.
Zhao Luhai laughed loudly. “Hahaha, you really think by doing this I’ll spare you? How naive can you be?”
Li Zhuiyuan’s palms slowly withdrew, becoming a hollow grasp.