"Mother, mother?"
"Where are you going?"
"I," Hao Xiaonian bit her lip tightly.
Her mother, however, had already moved past the priests, reached her side, raised her hand to hold her arm, and spoke softly:
"If you don't want me and your father to die in front of you, don't go anywhere today, follow the High Priests, advance and retreat with them."
Hao Xiaonian nodded with her head down, her fist clenched slightly, then slowly relaxed, repeating this action, but was continuously pulled forward by her mother to join the other eight Great Witches.
She was certainly anxious.
But ever since she was young, her mother's established authority was like a high wall blocking her path.
The armored soldiers from the Royal Palace pressed forward step by step;
the priests walked forward fearlessly, heads held high, their ghostly masks looked like sinister demons.
As the two collided, the armored soldiers were forced to open a gap, but none dared to draw their weapons.