The believers preached and made sacrifices.
The Divine Spirit bestowed divine grace.
Essentially, this was a trade.
Gathering his thoughts, Hongmeng looked towards God's kingdom.
The setting sun was sinking westward, the remnants of daylight bleeding like crimson.
Yue Tixia and Wang Yuyan had both burned incense, bathed, dressed carefully, and waited in their respective bedchambers.
Hongmeng had previously mentioned he would guide them when he had time.
He did not specify a time.
Therefore, Yue Tixia and Wang Yuyan were always prepared, ready to welcome Hongmeng's arrival at any moment.
Even though Wang Yuyan knew that the chances of Hongmeng visiting her that day were slim, she still burned incense, bathed, and dressed meticulously, her heart filled with anticipation.
Not even ancient emperors could compare to this, could they!
Hongmeng smiled indifferently. With a flash, he appeared before Yue Tixia.
"Greetings, my God."
