"Our God, hear my wish..."
A voice slowly drifted up from below the clouds and reached the ears of the Weaver Star.
On ordinary days, there were many such voices, and the Weaver Star would listen to them all but rarely responded.
The Qixi Festival was approaching, and such wishes were countless, with not a billion, certainly several tens of millions.
At this moment, however, the Immortal Elder chuckled and said to the Weaver Star, "Today's lucky one, let her be it. If the Heavenly Zither Fairy is to concentrate on the matters of the Red Sun, then shall I attend to the wish of this little woman from the human realm on her behalf?"
"Thank you, Elder of the Moon," replied the Weaver Star.
The Weaver Star and the Elder of the Moon shared some similarities in their divine duties, so sometimes they could both hear similar pleas from the human realm.
