Mo Hua's heart stirred, his gaze sharp as he stared at Zhang Quan.
He wanted to see how Zhang Quan would start the ritual, how he would offer the bell, and which Ancestral Master Image he would be worshipping.
Moreover, where exactly was the altar that Zhang Quan intended to open?
Mo Hua had scoured Corpse Walking Stronghold without finding any trace of an altar.
Zhang Quan instructed a corpse cultivator:
"Prepare the offering."
The corpse cultivator took the order and left. In a short while, he brought in a bandit who was holding a pottery jar filled with blood-stained water.
Zhang Quan nodded, then closed the door to the secret chamber.
After checking around and confirming the absence of "outsiders," his expression turned solemn, and he walked over to a screen.
The screen was old and placed against the wall, painted with withered landscapes in ink.
Zhang Quan formed several hand gestures and muttered something.