The crowd listened to the book, and as they listened, they couldn't help but develop a sense of worship for Zhou Xuan.
But they didn't know that Zhou Xuan was also listening to the same storytelling as them. He stood on the Pavilion Bridge of the Eight Immortals Painting Boat.
"Huh, how strange."
Zhou Xuan, who was standing on the Pavilion Bridge listening to the book, was engrossed when suddenly, a fleeting wisp of breath seemed to penetrate his body.
This breath wasn't exactly strong, but in essence, it was identical to the Power of Faith that gathered from the people of Mingjiang Prefecture last night.
"Can listening to storytelling also extract the Power of Faith from the human world?"
Zhou Xuan furrowed his eyebrows, and after pondering for a moment, he concentrated, gathering the unexpected Power of Faith.
