"Creator who seeks freedom, Venerate of the Illusion Moon who roams the Immortal Realm. In the name of fairy tales, dreams, and love, please use your own Spirit Light to shield us from malice, granting the dream world the protection of Anning."
Lord Illusion Moon pulled a banknote from between his fingers and stuffed it into his pocket: "The offerings have been received. Big Sister will protect you. Go on, go on, get some sleep."
Qiluo was dumbfounded: "Such a worldly present-day deity... And this prayer was even composed in the common tongue!"
"We're in a united region now, so we have to adapt to local customs. Even if you use Zero Island Language to pray sincerely in the Northern Continent, the effects won't be good." Shiyu Ling climbed into bed and pulled the covers over herself, "I'm off to dream in the Immortal Realm. You guys suit yourselves, no funny business while I'm asleep."
"Off you go, Sleeping Beauty. I'll kiss you when you wake up."
