Hao Xiaonian opened her eyes in a daze, and before her was a verdant hillside, where an elder in a white robe, the Divine King, stood quietly.
"Divine King!"
"Yes," Li Ping'an nodded with a smile, raising his hand gently, and Hao Xiaonian floated before him, "So, it's the Spring God you serve."
"Please save me, my lord!"
Hao Xiaonian's legs bent, and she knelt down, tears welling up in her eyes: "The Spring God wants to use my body to secretly meet her beloved deity!"
Li Ping'an said gently: "Is this not the fate of the shaman?"
"But," Hao Xiaonian pressed her lips tightly, "I am not... I just feel a bit disgusted by it..."
Li Ping'an sighed and said: "Do you believe it now? The deities have already fallen, human desires corrupt them, and the great war of the divine realm is about to begin. This world is on the verge of destruction."
Hao Xiaonian nodded firmly.
