With the arrival of the leaders of each family, the Ancestor God Sacrifice began at once.
Under Liuli's direction, the Witch Clan members in the valley bowed to heaven, then to earth, and finally all bowed together to the Pangu Statue.
So many people bowing to me. This feels pretty good!
Lu Feng chuckled inwardly.
The stone pillar he was tied to stood not far from the Pangu Statue, so when these people knelt and bowed, they were effectively bowing to him as well.
After that moment of amusement, however, frustration returned. He had observed them for a long time but still could not think of any way to escape.
Forget escaping-he could not even get down from this stone pillar.
These Witch Clan members were so afraid he would run away that even the ropes binding him were Magic Treasures.
As the Witch Clan members knelt in worship, female members went before the Pangu Statue to recite solemn eulogies.
Although Lu Feng could not understand what they were saying, the more he listened, the more panicked he became. He kept feeling that once the eulogies ended, it would be time to kill him as a sacrifice to heaven.
If I can't be comfortable, I certainly won't let them enjoy themselves.
An idea struck Lu Feng, and he immediately began shouting, "Help! I can't take it anymore! This sun is killing me! I'm dying of thirst! Water, water!"
His true qi was fairly robust, and he deliberately strained his voice. Bound high above the ground, he sent his shouts far and wide.
For a time, that hoarse, old-crow voice spread throughout Panshen Valley.
It made the women's eulogies sound choppy and disjointed, causing many Witch Clan members to frown repeatedly.
Bang! A column of water appeared out of thin air