At the central sacrificial altar, a group of black-robed members of the Guifang Clan had already formed a peculiar formation. A crowd of people surrounded the base of the altar. Hong Jiang, who had not left the mountains for hundreds of years, stood beside Xiangliu, patted him on the shoulder, his eyes filled with tearful grief, unable to utter a single word.
Rushou, Anian, Fangfeng Yiying, Mengtu, Sheng Ji, Xiedan, little Tongtong, Heyu, and Zuo Er all stood in silence. Even Luyu, who rarely showed himself, had rushed over and stood off to the side, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly.
Seeing Xiangliu approach, Guifang Qing stepped forward to greet him and said solemnly:
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