"Don't worry," Young Master Ye Niu said with a faint smile. "Things aren't so bad that we can't even complain a little."
He glanced at the large procession and instructed, "Alright, it's about time. Leave the rest to me. You should go back and rest for a few days. Stay off the battlefield."
"Okay."
In the end, Witch Palace Language returned to her clan.
Thanks to her mother's intervention, she had passed her coming-of-age ceremony.
Now, she had to participate in the sacrificial rites for the Divine Beings and undergo the god-invoking ceremony.
Only by completing the ceremony and receiving the mark of the Divine Beings would she truly qualify as a candidate for the position of Divine Envoy.
Countless people coveted the position of Divine Envoy.
As a daughter of the clan with prodigious talent, she had finally earned this qualification.
'We're here. The ritual altar is just inside.'
Witch Palace Language stopped before an old, mottled wooden pavilion.
