"..."
His mouth gaped wide open.
Ying Ling had imagined many scenarios.
Especially upon hearing words like "ritual" and "summoning," she thought Jiang Feng would pull out something incredible.
Like a Soul Summoning Banner, a Blood Refining Bead, or perhaps the blood, flesh, and innards of a living person.
Then, using some sort of strange evil ritual, they would summon someone, somewhat like the lost Ten-Day Time Array, which could summon a person back from a thousand miles away.
Or maybe utilizing some evil power, requiring various types of blood food as a sacrifice, the stronger the cultivator, the greater the effect.
But.
Such a simple and unadorned summoning technique... Wait a moment.
Looking at the dish Jiang Feng placed on the table, Ying Ling couldn't help but twitch her mouth, as if the essence was the same, both involving blood and innards.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but have a doubt arise in her heart.
