Su Ming'an sat at a table filled with exquisite desserts, looking down in silence.
In front of him was a laptop, filled with hymns.
The deity stood by his side, showing him these hymns. Each piece was full of fervor, as if people were puppets bound by strings, their free will constrained.
"They write these hymns on the internet, and I can see them," the deity said. "The oracle can be delivered to every household in just a second. Isn't it much faster than the traditional way?"
Su Ming'an sighed.
The times were progressing, and a deity from Yun Shang City still needed to use steles to transmit oracles. But this deity only needed the internet, and people could see them as soon as they opened their phones.
"Have you ever heard a story?" Su Ming'an adjusted his demeanor.
"I'm happy to hear it," the deity said.
