Bai Feng smiled and said, "I'll do the bloodletting, no objections, right?"
Hong He nodded. Since she wasn't contending, the other two naturally didn't either and nodded in agreement.
Bai Feng laughed heartily as he stepped onto the altar, picked up a dagger, and proclaimed to the countless descendants of the Witch Clan below, "In ancient times, our ancestor Pangu split Heaven, and his blood became the life of the Witch Clan. Today, we hold this ceremony to honor our ancestors, with nothing to offer in return... My White Water Tribe shall dedicate the blood of Jiuqiansui to our forefathers!"
"White Water!"
"White Water!"
"White Water!"
...
At this moment, everyone from the tribes below, regardless of their allegiances, was shouting the words "White Water" at the top of their lungs.
The people of the White Water Tribe were even more excited, screaming until their voices broke.