A middle-aged man's face appeared on the metal sphere. "If I hadn't been on guard, the ancestral land would have been gone by the time you got started. I've already paid a hefty price to protect the Celestial Heart Altar without a scratch.
Old Ghost Qu, and then there's you. After preparing for so many years and investing so much to initiate the sacrifice, why is there only this pathetic amount of Karma? What's that supposed to accomplish?
It's one thing that the power is weak, but you even have to borrow the Celestial Heart Altar to suppress your injuries. So, are you actually planning to start this thing, or did you just call us here to heal you?"
The black mist trembled, its condition clearly unstable. "For all these years," it said, "my family has been shouldering the burden of both the Guann Family's Cyan Wood Sacrifice and my own Qu Family's Turtle Water Sacrifice during the daily rituals.
