The first time meeting a divine being, even if it's just a Mountain God, Wang Yunxiao was still a little nervous.
Those Evil Spirits, Western Gods, and other nonsense don't count—this time it's a bona fide local Mountain God, the kind that protects the region and brings peace to its people.
People here hold true divine beings in very high regard.
Especially in a world like this, where it's said that many Immortals in heaven have fled; those who stayed to watch over the Mortal World are truly remarkable.
Of course, you could think of it another way—no one's above them anymore, so promotions happen pretty quickly.
This Mountain God of Nanquan Mountain just emerged recently from the wilderness.
Wang Yunxiao, being an atheist, was handling it a bit better than his colleagues—who were far more tense.
Youtiao even made him take off his jacket and leather shoes, handing them to the Little Gourd to wipe clean meticulously.
"You're the man, boss! Look sharp! Don't embarrass us!"
