C77 The Wind and Clouds Become Chaotic and the Mountains Break Apart(3)

He and Lian stood at the highest point of the altar, watching the intimate exchange between Kebineng and the commoners. For a moment, their faces were as black as ink, their fists clenched so tightly that even their knuckles turned white. Once upon a time, he had seen more fanatical scenes than this. However, at that time, it was his father who had caused all the people to cheer for him