In the sacrificial site at the center of the desert, everyone looked with reverence at the middle-aged male noble who survived in the center of the ceremony.
The believers, however, were staring at Ivita and her companions, their once simple looks turned mad.
"Who allowed your feet to desecrate this sacred land. This is where the spirits descend."
"It seems we have to cut off your feet to protect this holy land."
As the black-robed mob with Sun God emblems on their heads approached, the sect hierarch of the Sun God Sect quickly waved his hand and said: "Wait, do you see who I am?"
"I am not your enemy."
The black-robed believers were stunned for a moment, then they regained their composure.
"Even if you were our original sect hierarch, it's not okay. Didn't you betray our sect long ago?"
"Kill her too, so there will be no future troubles."
"This guy is a traitor, it's only right to kill her."
