Beneath a grand and expansive, circular stone altar spanning two hundred zhang, stood a dense crowd of people, men and women, old and young, all clad in coarse cloth, indistinguishable from ordinary farmers at first glance.
However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that everyone present, even children as young as six or seven, had an air far sturdier than many experts of the Martial World, and some seemed to meld with the void itself, like drops in the ocean, having reached the Supreme Realm where the natural and the self are one.
Many more were hurrying over, clamorously discussing who it might be, their words laced with excitement and anticipation.
"Brother Meng, should we make a move?"
At the forefront of the crowd, a square-faced and resolute man asked. The noise around him immediately ceased, and everyone turned their attention to the date-faced man beside him.
Clearly, the two of them were the leaders here.
