It was unclear who started first, but they turned over and knelt down on the ground.
Without uttering a word, they were already prostrated — using the most respectful posture they could imagine, they bowed and groveled towards the white deer in the middle.
Initially, it was just these healed blood slaves, but eventually, even those hunched, ghost-like silent blood slaves standing aside joined. Aiwass treated them all equally, granting them healing, and the melting of Aiwass's limbs had spread to his four limbs.
Even his beating heart, shining with a dark red glow like a red jewel, could be seen with the naked eye.
Except for the upper chest which still stood proud, the entire white deer had already transformed into white bones.
It wasn't just saving one person, two people...but rescuing all of the more than one hundred forty blood slaves from the Earl's Mansion.
At this moment, they can no longer be called blood slaves.
