Bai Mo grinned. Leading the apprentices, they roamed, stopping and going, examining the inscriptions on the altar, searching for the ceremony to advance to Sequence Five.
"Do you need to stand at the highest point of the altar, reciting your self-written knowledge about plants?
"Hmm?
"Is this part of the ceremony?
"And three hundred immortals need to chant at the base of the tower to aid the sensing of... uh... what are they supposed to sense?"
This strange term doesn't exist in modern Chinese.
Forcing a translation, it could be... Douluo Heaven?
"Need three hundred immortals to assist in sensing Douluo Heaven?
"This... with the assistance of three hundred immortals..."
Bai Mo glanced at the apprentices following him, seeing their furry faces, each exuding joy.
"Well, since it's just assistance, perhaps it's possible without it?"
He was uncertain, continuing to lead the apprentices, inspecting the writings on the tower.
