The mist in the valley was shredded by the wind, revealing a pitch-black altar. Pi Yanlin was rubbing his thumb against the tip of his nose—a habitual gesture he made whenever he felt lazy.
Embedded in the center of the altar, a dragon-headed jade pendant cast a ghostly light, like an eye that had been dormant for a millennium, staring down at these uninvited guests.
Mo Yin’s silver hairpin glinted coldly in the mist. He stepped onto the altar, his boots crunching against the bluestone, the Blood Edict pulled taut in his palms. "Today, with the Blood Edict as our guide, we shall reopen the Dragon Vein seal," he declared, his voice ringing like a hammer against bronze, painful to the eardrum. "Bringing the destiny of the world under the control of one person is the only way to end this chaos."
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