The Nuoxi ahead continued to dance, and under the distortion of the few bonfires below, the bamboo frame swayed incessantly.
Seeing this scene, Li Huowang sighed with a hint of helplessness, shaking his head. Faced with the immense pressure from Fusheng Heaven, people here were evidently at their wits' end, trying anything whether it would work or not.
Da Nuo indeed had some believers in Huo Shu, with a wide audience, but hoping for a deranged Fate Commander to step in was ultimately unrealistic in terms of easygoing tolerance.
"Do they think it's useful just because they believe it is? Do they really think everyone is like Xinsu? So superstitious, let's go." After saying this, Li Huowang walked past the Astrological Bureau of Da Liang, leading Gao Zhijian towards the Imperial Temple of Da Liang.