The Royal Master's sacrificial team has a solemn appearance, carrying halberds far away, heading east from the imperial capital towards the direction of Soul Calling Abyss.
This journey took about three days. On the evening of the first day, they arrived at the Fu River. The servants began to be responsible for setting up camp and tidying up the residence for the lords, while the nobles were called to the king's tent for meals.
When Aiden Mo entered, most of the nobles had already arrived. There were more than a hundred seats in the huge tent supported by magic. The maid led him to his seat. He glanced at the opposite side, where Murong Lian looked at him across the street. Like all the children from aristocratic families who came to worship, Murong Lian was also dressed in sacrificial robes. The complicated sapphire blue sacrificial robe was embroidered with bat pattern totems, and he was neatly tied with a blue and gold scarf, which made his face look even more sickly and pale.
The Wangshu Mansion and the Mo Family are both famous families with many heroes. Murong Lian's ancestor Fuyin, it is understandable that he is qualified to wear a scarf, but everyone here has a yardstick in their hearts, which heir is worthy of the glory of heroism now? Whoever's heirs have ruined the blood of their ancestors, everyone has a clear family.
When the people came one after another, the king spoke up: "You are all tired after a long day's journey. Let's pass on the food."
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