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"Today, two quarters past noon, about ten breaths later, is a very good time."
At this midnight hour, a Sword Spirit suddenly said.
"Hmm."
The young Confucian Scholar dusted off his clothes, sat on the last step of the Heavenly Altar, and nodded gently.
If Meng Zhengjun hadn't lied to him yesterday, at this time, thunder would strike the peak of the Sacrificial Moon Mountain right on time.
And it would be the day of the fiercest thunderstorm in nearly two months.
A Sword Spirit, which became especially energetic in the middle of the night, laughed.
It leisurely pointed out a "labyrinthine path":
"Just when you finish the Sealing and Sacrifice Ceremony. Be alert and let the two timings coincide. Before this... hmm, there's an old thunderstruck wood with a large hole, stuffed with some things, probably no one will discover..."
"Oh." Zhao Rong nodded again, turned slightly, and glanced at the chubby little girl nearby.
