Beside the Sacred Grand Temple of the Shengheng Tribe, outside the Pavilion of Cherished Flowers.
Heng Yang, the High Priest, was pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, frantic with anxiety. Beside him, a middle-aged female spirit kept wearing a sycophantic smile, behaving much like the madam of a brothel.
"Heng Zhuhua, why hasn't Wu Feiyang come out yet?" a flustered and impatient Heng Yang suddenly barked.
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