The elders: "..."
They were speechless after listening to Ruan Chanchan's arrangements. A part of them were sure that Ruan Chanchan was playing a scheme against them, but they had no way to prove it.
In the end, the elders had no other choice but to get their hands slashed open by Chief Xie and let more than twenty drops of blood be dripped onto the head of the statue of the river guardian. Even though their wounds healed in a matter of a few seconds, they were still grimacing with pain. It had been years since they had fought in battles or gone to hunt; they had long forgotten how it felt to get injured. Now that they were asked to slash their hands open, the elders felt like the pain was twisting in their entire bodies.
Ruan Chanchan looked at their twisted expressions and chuckled inwardly. She knew that these elders were unhappy with the blood sacrifice, but who cared about their unhappiness?
