บท 343: Sect's spirit

Thump. 

Vaner's body created a dull noise when he slid down the mountain's edge and landed on the highest terrace in the sect. 

And then, he immediately fell to his knees, bowing before the altar of the founder. 

For the next few moments, absolutely nothing happened. 

The former royal remained frozen in his position, his forehead rubbing against the cold stones of the outside yard carved into the inner ring of the mountain. 

"Humble descendant pays his respect!" Vaner shouted, pressing his forehead against the floor so hard its skin started to cut open. 

There wasn't a single soul in the entire area. 

'Knowing procedures, there likely isn't anyone anywhere above half of the mountain's height,' Vaner thought, keeping his humble position. 

There was a reason why most of the sect's upper floors were abandoned.