Chapter 87: Water Path Ceremony
Immediately, above Wang Zijia’s area, the four senior martial uncles who had been meditating with their eyes closed, each of whom was at least at the rank of a sacrificial wine realm, opened their eyes at the same time. The four of them looked at each other, then at the disciples below.
"Everyone’s here, then let’s begin our preparation!" One of the martial uncles, donned in a bright yellow Celestial Master’s Daoist robe, spoke first.
"Agreed!"
"Yes!"
"Good!"
The other three responded in unison.
The three remaining were a graceful woman cultivator, a middle-aged scholar, and a muscular hefty man like a steel tower.
The hefty man was the first to act, tossing out several strangely shaped utensils, which landed haphazardly in the coffin arrays below and became still in the coffins.
Not far from Wang Zijia, in one of the coffins, was an item that looked like a broken sword. It was quite damaged and it was unclear what it was used for. It was simply tossed onto the corpse in the coffin and was left as it was.
The hefty man stopped once he had finished.
The only female among the three martial uncles then waved her hand, and jade bottles began to appear all over the place. In the blink of an eye, they filled almost half the sky.