No one knew what the Dao Master meant. A slight stir of unrest rippled through the millions in the plaza. Even the Devouring Party core members and Meng Shidao's disciples closest to the Ancient Morality Stele were shocked, having no idea what would happen next.
Zhu Laosan's heart pounded violently in his chest. He did not know why, but as he watched the figure standing atop the Ancient Morality Stele and listened to its words, the excitement of seeing a great personage slowly gave way to an instinctive terror. At that moment, he finally regretted bringing his son here for this damned Stele Opening Festival.
"Dad, I'm scared..." Zhu Laosan's son sensed the unease as well. Tugging at Zhu Laosan's hand, he looked up and said softly, "Let's go home..."
Go home?
Yes, they had to go home, but...
Zhu Laosan looked at the densely packed crowd around him. He and his son were wedged among the masses—how could they possibly leave? Besides, if he tried to leave now, the consequences...
Small people always fretted over gains and losses at times like this. Zhu Laosan did not know what would happen next, but he knew the consequences of daring to leave now. It would be the gravest disrespect toward the Dao Master. From that day on, he and his son would likely have no place to stand in Zhu Family Settlement; they might even lose their lives. With Swallow Hall's power, crushing them to death would be as easy as an elephant stepping on an ant.
In the few seconds Zhu Laosan spent struggling and hesitating, the figure atop the Ancient Morality Stele gave him no further chance to hesitate. It raised a hand, and a blood-red radiance suddenly burst from its entire body, pouring into the Ancient Morality Stele.