The cultivators knelt in perfect unison before Feng Liang, their foreheads pressed against the cold ground.
Their auras, once fiery and proud, now radiated nothing but remorse and reverence.
Trembling voices filled the air, overlapping in their desperation to seek forgiveness.
"We humbly beg your forgiveness, Eternal Lord..." an elder said, his face marred by shame.
"It was our sacred duty to guard this place, to ensure that no one unworthy entered these grounds. We never imagined… that the one we sought to protect it for would one day stand before us."
Another elder added...
"For centuries, this duty was all we lived for, long past our mortal lives. We do not even recall how many lifetimes have passed since our deaths… We lingered here, bound by the weight of our task. Memories became our sole anchor to existence, and we have held on only to protect those memories."
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