Late at night.
12:45 AM.
Xu Qing and Ye Langtian found an ordinary water well. The two exchanged a glance, and Ye Langtian walked toward it. Following the woman's instructions, he began to circle the well before him.
Ye Langtian first circled to the left nine times. After completing them, he circled to the right nine times, which brought him right back to where he started.
Finally,
Ye Langtian formed a sword finger with his right hand and lightly cut a gash into his left palm. Blood began to flow out, the timing perfectly synced with the stroke of midnight.
DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!
Ye Langtian's blood fell from his palm into the ordinary well. The droplets of blood created concentric ripples across the water's surface.
"Hm?"
At almost the exact same moment,
Xu Qing and Ye Langtian both felt a strange fluctuation emanating from the ordinary well, slowly spreading outward.
"This..."
A look of delight appeared on Xu Qing's face.
"Master."
