The altar entwined with the Mystic Bird Totem, the gaze behind the bronze mask penetrated the curling sandalwood incense. Li Qing looked toward the center of the altar, where an old man with white hair wore plain hemp robes. Though his pipa bone was pierced by nine bronze chains, his back remained as upright as a pillar of heaven—he was Ji Chang, the ruler of the Western Zhou.
This man was different from the Zhou Wenwang that Xu Qing's past life recognized. Through the memories of his current identity, Li Qing understood: whether it was King Yin or King Zhou, each had ruled their respective countries for tens of thousands of years, their cultivation unfathomable.
"King Zhou, did you ever anticipate such an end when you snuck into Chao Ge alone to steal the 'Gui Zang Yi'?" The Yin Shang State Preceptor, Bi Gan, ascended the altar with a turtle shell in hand, the jade pearls on his Nine-tasselled Crown producing a crisp sound as they collided.
