She said, "It was my oversight; I should indeed punish myself."
As she spoke, she rose from her chair and walked to the incense table.
She lit three sticks of incense, bowing again and again.
One bow to the heaven, earth, and the deities.
Another to the ancestors.
The third was to confess her sins.
She was utterly sincere.
Behind her knelt a dense crowd of people, each stiff in the wind.
Before Feng Yun had finished her worship, a low weeping emerged from the crowd.
That weeping made everyone's eyes moist.
It seemed like just a moment ago that six or seven years had passed, but how Changmen had developed to its present state was well known by the old members of Changmen...
