"Very well!" The old priest let out a gentle chuckle, bringing his wrinkled finger to Qingyi's forehead and placing a single drop of liquor there.
Although it appeared to be just ordinary spiritual liquor, the liquid was, in truth, the divine sap of the Tree of a Thousand Beasts—a treasure of incalculable value.
The moment the drop touched Qingyi's forehead—one for each of the four present—the priest parted his thin lips, letting out a soft, melodious chant.
To the rhythm of that melody, the small orbs of light shining on the foreheads of the four glowed with even greater intensity, pulsing like tiny suns.
They drifted a few meters into the air, merging into a single golden glow before dissipating in a gentle explosion that scattered fragments of radiant light across every corner of the hall.
That was the blessing of the beast people.
It took only a single moment for Qingyi to feel his cultivation shift slightly—undoubtedly stronger than before.
