Half a month later.
Qingli Swamp, Fei Family.
A high altar was set up in the center of the square.
An eccentric mage in a Daoist robe, with oil-painted designs on his face, was busy conducting a ritual on the altar. He held a rattle drum in his hand, chanting:
"One summons three altars of heavenly soldiers and divine generals, two summons the ancestors of yore, three summons the spirits and ghosts of the world..."
...
"Look, this is what a professional ritual looks like, a true summoning of gods!"
Lin Xu watched in amazement: "In comparison, what was that wild fox trick we employed before considered as nothing?"
Upon hearing this, Old Lu's face fell, and he gave his sworn brother a fierce glance: "This was paid for heavily by the Fei Family, bringing in an 'Upper God Temple' master, specifically for our five-family alliance... How could ordinary shamans compare?"
"Those who cultivate summoning techniques, naturally thrive better in larger forces..."
