On the mountain peak.
Eighth Prince and the youth placed the roasted wild animals down.
They stepped back a little, then looked at the roasted wild animals and said the name they had been chanting all these years.
Ancient Imperial Lower Palace, Ba Country Unparalleled Fist God.
"I think we should add some prefixes or make the name longer," the youth said after he read the name. "It'll feel ritualistic."
But his eyes were still on the wild animals.
Although there was no response every time, they always hoped for a response.
Although he felt that the other party wouldn't respond, he still had some hope.
But it always ended up with disappointment.
The youth understood this feeling very well. It was the same when he faced Hong Ya.
He had always wished Hong Ya to say a few words to him and ask him to stay with her at the counter.
But every time, Hong Ya would say that she was fine alone.
He had become used to it.