Li Xizhi suddenly felt something was amiss and stealthily approached, only to see a group of villagers surrounding a low stone altar. Atop the altar stood an old man clad in black with a sinister face, holding a sword and muttering incessantly.
The villagers beneath also started chanting loudly, their voices robust and overwhelming. For a moment, dark Qi enveloped the altar, making Li Xizhi frown.
"Quite the spectacle for a mere Qi Cultivation cultivator!"
This black-robed old man had chaotic True Yuan and a weak aura. It was clear he was a Loose Cultivator, basically the bottom rung in Yue Country's Cultivation World. Coming from a prestigious sect, Li Xizhi could see this very clearly.
'Enshrouded in Yin Energy... Perhaps he's inherited some Demonic Path legacy, bewitched the villagers, and is conducting a Blood Sacrifice.'
Indeed, the villagers had now brought forth a boy, and the old man in black raised his treasured sword, preparing to pierce the child.
