After the five people were seated, the elder from the Celestial Path Sect spoke again: "The auspicious time has come, please take your seats, Four Symbols!"
As he spoke, he pressed the backs of his hands against his palms and raised them high towards the night sky, where a light rain was still falling, then slowly lowered them, bowing deeply with the gesture, bending all the way to a ninety-degree position.
Gabrielle Winters was somewhat surprised, thinking that those four Grand Geomancers had already entered, why should they take seats again?
At this moment, the light rain in the sky seemed to pause for a moment, and even the faint sound of the wind seemed to have disappeared.
It felt like a night fog was rising, along with stretches of ethereal white smoke, drifting from an unknown place.
The scenery that had been clear just now started to become somewhat blurred, and the mahogany-colored octagonal pavilion shrouded in the light rain seemed even more hazy.
