Days passed, one after another.
Lirui'en and the others remained kneeling at the foot of Mount Tai, neither eating nor drinking, like sinners.
The phantom ocean of flames in the sky stretched for a thousand miles, just as before.
Fire Maple Leaves drifted across the sky, falling beside these mortal believers who pleaded to see a god.
Almost all the Divine Court Guards knew that believers from the Holy City knelt all over the ground at the foot of Mount Tai.
They cast their gazes down upon the middle-aged knight at their head, their impressions varying.
Some thought he was asking for suffering.
Some felt he held a greater cause in his heart.
Some shook their heads and sighed as they watched them.
Some watched with cold eyes and expressionless faces.
But by Yusheng's will, no one dared approach them.
This was their plea, but it was also Yusheng's test.
During this time.
Among Lirui'en's party.
Some finally could no longer endure this hopeless wait and quietly left, disappearing into the wind and snow.
Among those who could not persevere, some looked toward the Holy City and felt despair rise in their hearts, then turned south toward the land that winter had yet to cover.
Some chose to return to the Holy City, wishing to go home.
Others wandered helplessly through the wind and snow, heading aimlessly west.
And gradually, only three young men remained steadfastly by Lirui'en's side.
Their names were Qingqiu, Taoshan, and Shouyang.
One of them was the son of the friend Lirui'en had saved back then.
Apart from its unusually high temperature, the Mount Tai Divine Court was actually no different from an ordinary place.
Winds blew, and rains came.
The great sun rose in the east, and the moon sank in the west.
Yet the