Wei Tianyang descended the staircase, bathed in light.
He heard people praying softly under their breath. As he stepped onto the red carpet and approached them, Wei Tianyang realized the voices came from their hearts.
They were reciting sacred prayers from the holy scriptures, stories about Rada Gan, His birth, the suffering He endured, how He became a hero, how He became the original deity.
When he was amidst the people, those kneeling on both sides of the red carpet reached out to touch his feet and ankles, looking up at him with tears streaming down their faces, their hearts filled with gratitude and adoration.
This red carpet seemed rather long; Wei Tianyang felt as though it took him half an hour to walk just ten meters.
In the middle of the red carpet, he saw sixteen men dressed in burgundy robes and wearing extravagant golden crowns standing before him.
