After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they appeared inside Tiger Pass City. A large crowd of scholars in identical red Confucian robes filled the streets, moving in groups. Most were cultivators, each holding a bundle of burning sandalwood incense as they walked through the streets with respectful expressions. Core Formation Cultivators led the groups, their faces solemn.
"Tianwen, what is going on?"
Wang Qingshan asked curiously. If he had guessed correctly, this should be some sort of sacrificial ceremony.
"Seventh Great-Uncle, today is Confucius's birthday. From the Emperor down to ordinary commoners, everyone must pay tribute to Confucius. This is a very important festival in the Great Yan Dynasty."
"Confucius's birthday? Interesting. Let's find a place to stay first!"
They found an inn and settled in.
Wang Tianwen changed into a set of red Confucian robes and held a bundle of burning sandalwood incense in his hands.
"Seventh Great-Uncle, today is Confucius's birthday. I have to take part, so I'm afraid I can't accompany you."
Wang Tianwen's face was full of apology.
Wang Qingshan waved a hand and smiled. "It's fine. Go tend to your business. It won't be too late for us to leave after you're done. We're not in a hurry for these few days."
Holding a bundle of burning sandalwood incense, Wang Tianwen walked out of the inn. Several scholars in red Confucian robes followed behind him.
"Only our Confucius possessed virtue bestowed by Heaven and Earth; his virtue shone as bright as the sun and moon. He stood as the model for a hundred kings, rising above all sages. If one can honor his virtue, his teachings will naturally set each nature and destiny aright..."
As Wang Tianwen walked down the street, he began reciting the eulogy. The scholars behind him