"Offer the incense!"
That deep into the night,
within the Hengshan ancestral shrine, precisely seventy-two figures bowed and offered incense along with Zhao Rong.
All seventy-two were Inner Sect Disciples.
Although not as top-tier as the major sects, this strength was already far superior to before.
It had been many years since so many Inner Sect Disciples worshipped together in the ancestral shrine.
The rich scent of incense surged into the skies above Hengyang!
Not only had their numbers doubled, but their individual strength had also improved remarkably from the past.
Given time, once the remaining old external members were fully integrated, the strength of the Hengshan Sect might reach yet another level.
"Those of you at home, guard the mountain gate diligently."
"Yes!"
"Those of you outside, do not covet powerful explosives; your life is the most important."
"Yes!"
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