Yuan Ming looked at them, feeling the surge of faith from their bodies, and nodded slightly.

"Everyone, please rise."

"Thank you, Dark Moon God, for your grace," the followers chanted in unison as they stood up.

Although Yuan Ming had seen many grand scenes, this sight of thousands chanting together still made him feel somewhat uneasy. He took the initiative to ask, "My messengers, Xu Che and Zuo Qinghui, said you have something to discuss with me?"