Of course, they had never seen the Gold Scale King. It's just that the demon who was killed resembled the one they offered sacrifices to, the Gold Scale King.
Most of them, though lacking insight, believed the Gold Scale King had truly been killed.
To be honest, these people were not happy. On the contrary, they were perplexed, with quite a few feeling very angry.
Without the Gold Scale King, who would control the White Cang River? Who could ensure favorable weather?
The farmers' thoughts were simple and naive; what benefited them was good. As for sacrificing a few children, most of them didn't care.
Gao Xuan understood their thoughts and didn't mind. Their background, experiences, and knowledge limited their vision.
Holding the Dragon Talisman, he realized the Gold Scale King's control over the White Cang River was limited.
