"So that was the purpose?"
Upon hearing the shout from Tie Shoupeng, Hu Ma and the others in the crowd felt as if their minds had suddenly cleared. Though they couldn't discern what trick this man had fallen for, his purpose was now apparent.
Could it be that he, or the thing he carried, was here for Dayang Village's Sacrificial Mountain ceremony?
"Elder brother, I haven't seen much of the world. Could it truly have such an effect?"
Realizing this, Hu Ma immediately lowered his voice and asked Old Altar Master Tang, who was seated beside him.
Old Altar Master Tang nodded slightly. "There's indeed such a saying in the old customs. Celebrations must be harmonious to be truly joyous. A celebration can ward off misfortune, but it can also be spoiled by bad luck."
