As the Wugong Clan Chief approached, the insect chirping grew louder, as if it were ringing in everyone's ears. There was an inexplicable feeling; listening to this chirping, one's gaze would involuntarily be drawn to the Gu Bowl. Gradually, one's gaze could not be diverted, and all attention was on that Gu Bowl; even one's thoughts seemed to be tied to it.
Among this crowd of people, who stood as still as wooden statues, the Wugong Clan Chief took a deep breath. His expression gradually calmed. He had already considered everything, from initial preparations and probing the situation to choosing his words, even down to the horse that could withstand the bites of the gu insects.
Reaching this step, when had it ever been easy?
He only felt that as he held the Gu Bowl and got closer to the ore vein, his heart grew more excited. It was as if he felt the gu insects' delight, as if he were about to approach a great secret.
