Muo Huangnian closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn't quite describe what he felt deep down at the arrival of this moment, but his face was almost expressionless, and his gaze was hauntingly dark.
As he released his grip, the vine-handled short sword hovered back into the air, pulsating gently with magnetic currents.
All the elders rose to their feet and bowed to Muo Huangnian, signaling that the High Priest's ceremony had concluded and that he could now depart.
Muo Huangnian walked down the Altar step by step, eventually reaching the woman lying in a pool of blood.
Kneeling down, he wrapped his arms beneath Qin Manman's knees and around her back, lifting her up. "Manman, it's all over now. We can go home."
Caring Qin Manman, Muo Huangnian descended the steps. The secret guards approached him, their expressions tinged with sorrow. "Mr. Muo, we need to arrange a funeral for Madam…"
