On the square, the prayers slowly converged into waves, like the undulating waves borne by the wind over the boundless ocean.
Everyone knelt devoutly around the altar, only Gu Dao and Xi Feng standing upright before the altar steps, their gaze piercing through—their devotion shone upon the fervent believers of Qiandao Temple, as well as their devotion to the Princely Heir.
Gu Dao and Xi Feng's expressions grew even calmer, yet inside they swelled with immense pride, for their Princely Heir would one day become a Great Mage as revered as Master Huo Yi.
The townsfolk mutely prayed along with Zong Yunqian on the altar, their voices gently undulating.
"Bow down—" As the figure on the altar knelt, all the people on the square devoutly followed suit, and instantly the waves surged.
