But now, such a procession, right before Gu Yeqi's eyes... numbers in the hundreds, thousands... even approaching ten thousand.
Countless and impossible to tally.
Standing on the platform of the Hall of Dharma Transmission, Gu Yeqi held his breath, aiming to count the people watching the ceremony around the Bright Mirror Sect's mountain gate and plaza. These were not ordinary people, but elites from the Dust Li tribes. Each was either a chieftain or a brave martial artist from the tribes, like Taku Lang, otherwise they wouldn't be here to watch the ceremony near the Bright Mirror Sect.
Merely their number was difficult to count, and the support they represented, the one-fifth of Dust Li people backing the Bright Mirror Sect, was an astronomical figure.
Now, these tens of thousands of people, due to the grace bestowed by the Bright Mirror Sect, silently and solemnly knelt before the light of Bright Mirror Mountain from the depths of their hearts.
