That night, Lian Chengyu ate vegetarian, burned incense, and meditated the whole night, conditioning his mind to its optimal state.
The next day, early in the morning, the celebration officially began!
Zhao Tiezhu led the members of the warrior preparation camp and moved the bone horn used by the Lian tribal clan to honor the heavens. Two strong men would carry it, and another strong man would use all his strength to blow through it.
The deep baritone echoed over the Lian tribal clan and could be heard a few kilometers away.
"The auspicious hour has come!" shouted Zhao Tiezhu at the top of his voice.
Such a grand celebration by the Lian tribal clan attracted all the tribe's people, as long as they could get off the bed; even a one-year-old child would be carried here by his mother.
The venue was packed to the brim!
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
