Although the Sage had once driven away the curse spirits that had shrouded them for generations and lifted the calamity that would have annihilated their clan, he had also passed on cultivation methods to them. Yet after imparting those methods, the Sage had departed without a word and had never asked them for anything in return. Given the Page Stone Clan's circumstances at the time, they had possessed nothing with which to repay the Sage's grace.
But now, for the Sage to say such a thing meant that he had truly accepted the Page Stone Clan. The Sage of the past had merely not looked down on them and had passed on cultivation methods to them. Their honoring him as their Sage had mostly been a unilateral act born of their desire to remember his kindness. The Sage before them now was the one who had truly accepted their clan's sage. They had never expected to receive anything else from the Sage. What truly sent them into wild joy was his acceptance of them—that sense of belonging.
"If we violate this oath, may humans and gods alike cast us aside, and may we never be reborn!" At that moment, the Page Stone Clan members inside and outside the cavern wept tears of joy. Their voices joined into one. There were only several hundred of them, but the rock-solid resolve they displayed was no less formidable than that of a thousand-strong army tempered by war and slaughter.
"Take out one pill from this bottle and divide it among them. Give it to those who are poisoned or injured." Lu Xiaotian raised a palm and sent a small pill bottle floating toward Bali beside him. He no longer had any Nascent Souls in his possession. The pills once used in the Void