The Little Prince was very well-behaved and obedient, remembering Cang Xu's advice earlier and made an effort to pray incessantly.
But his soul had just endured a violent transformation, and the process of praying was also a process of offering up spiritual power, like a person who is exhausted from running yet must continue to run.
"My Lord, the God of Mei Lan, You are a God full of grace and mercy, I beg You to save Your believers, grant me one chance, to worship You, rather than perish in the maw of a beast..."
The Little Prince exerted all his effort to maintain his prayer, and soon reached his limit, his voice growing weaker until he fainted on the spot.
Inside the crude shack, a brief silence fell.
A few seconds later, the ship ghost broke the silence, "Xu Jia, you have worked hard this time. I can see that, for the sake of converting the Little Prince's faith, you have paid a price with your soul."