Chen Chuan glanced at the Snow Monarch Blade, then took two more steps closer. Although the corrosive influence emanating from the red stone below had weakened, its surface seemed unchanged.
He ignored it, bent down, and picked up the stone. At the same time, he glanced at the ground, walked over to a key node of the ritual, and scuffed it a few times with his foot, destroying the pattern on it.
Just as he finished, several deep breaths sounded out around him, followed by a few coughs from the side. The three people who had been wrapped in cloths for the Esoteric Ritual were now slowly waking up.
But when they saw Chen Chuan standing in the middle and holding the Sun Wheel Stone he had taken, they were first stunned, then became exceptionally furious, and a string of words erupted from their mouths.
Chen Chuan couldn't understand them; it was likely some foreign language. At that moment, two of the men ripped off the cloths draped over them and stood up.
