Seeing him sitting there motionless, leaning on his blade, everyone thought he was resting. This was completely understandable. After all, just getting close to those Flying Heads was enough to make them lose their minds, yet Chen Chuan had faced a whole group of them, including the Flying Head Root Source itself. The pressure must have been immense; they couldn't imagine how he had endured it.
So, everyone moved about with extreme caution, afraid of disturbing him.
Around noon, some people came up from the base of the mountain carrying sacrificial offerings. Others were assigned to perform the rites and offerings. Fortunately, they didn't need to go inside the temple; staying outside was sufficient.
