The sacrificial priest walked to a place, opened the stone door, and entered, then the stone door closed.
After entering the room, it was so clean inside that there wasn't the slightest speck of dust, with soft felt, clean walls, and furnishings.
Even the stone cabinet placed by the wall couldn't gather a trace of dust.
He picked up a pure gold bottle and a pure gold cup from the cabinet, poured a cup of wine the color of fresh blood, and took a long sip, only then did the sacrificial priest let out a long breath.
He sat on the felt, legs crossed, but his expression became increasingly solemn.
In the sacrificial priest's mind, he was still pondering, just what was the origin of that Eastern Cultivator!
If he was really just a passerby accidentally involved in this affair of Gusanka, then... perhaps after tonight, he would not continue to entangle.
A passing cultivator shouldn't waste too much effort and time here!
Nor should he sabotage my grand plans.
But...
