"In recent days, it is... it is the critical period for our Fog Lamp Village's sacrificial ritual. The ritual itself requires absolute silence and 'purity,' free from any external interference."
"Otherwise, if the ritual is disrupted, the whole village will fall into disaster!"
"Sacrificial ritual?" Xia Nan raised an eyebrow.
Living in a fantastical world with Divine beings, he naturally understood the implications of this term.
"Yes! It's the traditional blessing ritual handed down through generations in our village," Aspen added, though his eyes flickered, avoiding Xia Nan's gaze. "Every year at this time, we offer... sacrifices to pray for peace and harvest in the coming year."
Upon hearing this, Xia Nan said nothing, just calmly pondering.
But perhaps his inherently cold demeanor and attire exerted too much pressure on others.
Only a few seconds of silence felt like a countdown before a bomb to the two sitting across the table.
