Qu Rong choked, whispered softly, "Isn't this just asking for advice? Why not send both?"
"Up to you," Qin Jiangsheng replied as he changed into a black, form-fitting top, which made it easier for him to move. He smiled, "Let's go, Brother Rong."
Qu Rong froze, then firmly patted his shoulder, "Yeah, after this last task, I'm retiring."
That was what Qin Jiangsheng was thinking too, after this last one.
...
Ten days flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Wis Continent had been experiencing relentless drizzles during this period.
On the day of the sacrifice, the weather cleared up just right.
After the ceremony, it did not rain.
So it was the Mountain God that had prevented the ritual from proceeding on schedule, forcing it to be postponed again. Those who couldn't wait made a fuss, but it was futile. The island was tightly controlled by the people from the Four Ancient Martial Families, not even a fly could escape.
