With Haofeng's bold declaration, the entire Sacred Land seemed stirred by an invisible force, making the surrounding air quiver. Under the moonlight, representatives from various sects stepped forward, their faces glowing with excitement and anticipation, their eyes flashing with boundless yearning for the future of the Sacred Land.
First came Ye Lingfeng, the sect master of the Golden Scale Sect. He strode forward with thunderous steps and a resounding voice: "Ye Lingfeng of the Golden Scale Sect, on behalf of my entire sect, offer my warmest congratulations on the official establishment of the Wanren Guizong Pavilion! Our sect is willing to become the most solid backing of the Sacred Land, sharing weal and woe with everyone to create a brilliant future together!" With that, he waved both hands, and a stream of golden light burst from his palm, transforming into a lifelike golden carp that circled the altar before finally dissolving into tiny motes of golden light in the night sky, symbolizing the Golden Scale Sect's steadfast support and best wishes for the Sacred Land.
Immediately following him, Zhuge Qingfeng, the sect master of the Red Lotus Sect, stepped out gently waving a feathered fan. His voice was cultured and refined, yet carried an undeniable firmness: "Zhuge Qingfeng of the Red Lotus Sect, along with all the disciples of our sect, offer our most sincere blessings to the Sacred Land. Our sect honors fire above all else, and we are willing to use the fires of th…
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