Lu Dongli... this person is none other than my own seedling.
From the performance of Zhongyuan Daoist before his death, this guy should also know the origin of this seedling.
Pity, hate, realizing at the moment of death that one has entrusted their faith in the wrong person.
"Let's allow you to grow a bit first," said Xu Xuan with a smile.
Immediately afterwards, he arrived outside the Divine Hall, where the ritual altar had already been prepared.
All the people had gathered, just waiting for Xu Xuan to give out his orders.
The ritual altar was nine feet high with nine levels of steps, constructed from five-colored earth and Redwood; on the altar, various offerings and sandalwood were presented.
The people donned extremely formal Daoist robes.
As the sandalwood smoke curled upwards, Xu Xuan conducted a sacrifice to the heavens.