Seeing Yao Yuelong take action in time to restrain Sun Zhe, Yao Xiong and the several Elders below the ritual platform all let out a long sigh of relief and then began to try and persuade him.
On the ritual platform.
Yao Yuelong grasped a silk ribbon with one hand and, with a casual tug, pulled Sun Zhe in front of her. In the process, the ribbon wrapped around him several times. By the time he stood before her, his entire body was trussed up, with only his head exposed.
"Are you crazy?" Yao Yuelong's beautiful eyes were filled with resentment, her tone dripping with reproach.
"You're the one who's too superstitious," Sun Zhe said.
"This isn't superstition. This ritual platform was built by our ancestor. A remnant of his Divine Sense remains within it, and this was indeed his instruction."
Sun Zhe secretly circulated his True Qi. "I don't care about that. I promised I would bring Nanzhi home safely."
"Her divination was auspicious," Yao Yuelong said.
