1401 The Unforeseen Misfortune of Mount Saint, the Holy Light Tree! (4)
Ferya was delighted. Grand elder, you’re amazing. Quick, stop me. I don’t want to go.
“Grand elder, don’t stop her. She must be powerful, based on how confident she sounds. Let her go,” Wang Teng said.
Ferya’s expression froze again.
Wang Teng, you’re my mortal enemy!
She suppressed her anger and snorted. “Hmph, do you think everyone is as timid as you?”
“Yes, yes, I’m a coward; you’re the brave one. Go on.” Wang Teng nodded. He didn’t care.
“Wang Teng, stop fanning the flames. Ferya, you too; don’t be reckless. If anything happens, I won’t be able to explain this to your grandfather.” The grand elder was caught between laughter and tears.
Ferya was unconvinced.
The way the old man was treating the human and her was completely different. He was treating her like a kid.
Wang Teng smiled and stopped targeting her. He just wanted to tease her to exact revenge.
He looked at the misty peak with a flickering gaze; no one knew what he was thinking.
Ferya’s lips twitched when she saw her rival’s expression.
This fellow wants to climb up the mountain in secret!
The moment this thought appeared… there was no stopping her.
Wang Teng and the others went back to the grand elder’s house and waited for the other chiefs to arrive with their stone plates.
Soon, dawn broke.
The light velvet people from the other tribes kept on arriving and gathered inside the grand elder’s house. They spoke to him in their language.
Rong Li chatted with them before they started a heated argument.
“Sigh, I think they don’t want you to look at their stone plates,” Ferya gloated.
“If I can’t do it, you can’t, either.” Wang Teng closed his eyes.
“I’m different. My grandfather made a pact with them,” Ferya said proudly.
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He struck the correct spot. Ferya didn’t know what to say, so she moved to the side feeling frustrated.
She couldn’t hold it in. “Even if others can’t, I can. As for you, you have no hope.”
Then, she disdainfully glanced at the young human.
Wang Teng sniggered.
Ferya felt she was punching a cotton ball. She was exasperated.
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Damn it!
In the end, the grand elder said something in a stern tone, silencing the chieftains.
“Wang Teng, come over.” The grand elder beckoned the young hero.
“What is it?” Wang Teng raised his eyebrows. The result is out.
“Wang Teng, there will be a sacrifice ceremony later. You and Ferya can study the stone plates afterwards,” the grand elder said.
“Ceremony!” Wang Teng was stunned.
“Yes, we’ll perform the ceremony once all the stone plates are here,” said the old leader.
“I didn’t know about this custom.” Wang Teng nodded. He was surprised, but he didn’t think too much about it. Those were the ways of the Light Velvet people, and he would respect their wishes.
“The Light Velvet race’s ceremony? I’ve heard my grandfather talk about it. I’ve always wanted to see it.” Ferya leaned over. She was excited.
The sky turned dark.
The furry people started to get busy. They prepared all the needed items for the ceremony; the grand elder then led Wang Teng and the others to a valley behind the tribe grounds.
A massive, ancient sacrificial altar appeared before Wang Teng.
Thick stone pillars were scattered around the altar. The Light Velvet people lit up the flames; the entire place brightened.
The flames were white, giving off a holy feel.
Our hero sized up the flames curiously; they weren’t as powerful as his Holy Flame. They were lit up by some special light-element item.
