The old man with the broken arm's face changed dramatically, hastily saying: "Sir, you may not be aware, in the past, the living sacrifices were actually selected from each household over several days, so the common people were able to survive."
"I myself agreed to allow a few as sacrifices to save more than a thousand lives, enduring the guilt in my conscience."
"I absolutely did not expect the Mountain Lord to become greedy over a month ago and devour an entire village."
"I was powerless to stop it and had dirt held over me by the Mountain Lord, so I had no choice but to conceal it."
As the old man with the broken arm spoke, he seemed to think of something and said loudly: "Yes… Years ago, it was granted fortune, making it more terrifying than a typical evil, and it had received years of incense sacrifices as well as years of death sacrifices. The last eighteen years of living sacrifices have made it comparable to a God Lord at the Creation Peak!"
