"Tap, tap, tap..." A series of footsteps echoed in the silent source point.
A group of Radiant Mother God believers has returned, led by an elderly priest who gasped when he saw Su Ming'an.
"Ah... this..." The old priest's eyes were filled with shock. Just when Xiao Love thought they were going to attack, the old shaman crawled over in a frenzy typical of a martyr, devoid of dignity.
"Huh... huh..." The old man's throat rolled as he fervently pressed his forehead tightly.
Following were the second, the third... More and more believers flocked like pilgrims, prostrating around the roots of the giant tree. They murmured indistinct words, some confessing, some praying. They marveled at the non-human divine power and surrendered to the overwhelming pressure.
Some people in the live broadcast room feared Su Ming'an was a "monster", but no one understood true greatness more than these zealots who dedicated their lives to the Deity.
