The "Huan Dun" sacrificial priest of the River-side Tribe shook a single drum, sang a sacrificial song, and called upon the heavens. Zuwaro carefully observed the rituals of these Mongolian sacrificial priests, recording their dances and postures. Meanwhile, Maha Agudah rode directly to the large tree, dismounted, and strode up to the oobao. Ao Hala already had a smile on his face and respectfully bowed. Then, he held a tribal heirloom iron blade and pointed to two sheep.
"Noble Agudah! One sheep for you, one for me, shall we cut off the sheep's heads together and offer them to the Longevity Heaven?"
"Yes!"
Maha Agudah didn't say much, just turned around and spoke to Hu Nu.
"Hu Nu! May I borrow your long knife?"
"Here!"
Hu Nu grunted, took out a long knife from behind the horse, and tossed it to Agudah. As soon as this exquisite iron long knife appeared, Ao Hala's eyes widened in shock.
"Tenggeri! What a fine horse-cutting blade!..."
