"Du Yu, what are you doing?" Li Mengnan huddled next to Du Yu, holding his wrist with one hand, a demon soul floating in her palm.
Du Yu's expression was strange, "I didn't do anything, just lit three sticks of incense."
"Really?" Li Mengnan looked suspiciously, sneaking a glance at the Empress Huangtu inside the hall, "With the incense you offered, the hall shook three times."
Du Yu: "..."
Actually, he was a bit confused himself. It was just burning three sticks of incense, why was Empress Huangtu reacting so strongly?
Glancing around, the other worshippers all thought it was the manifestation of a divine presence, and knelt down in waves.
This is great!
Du Yu, Li Mengnan, and Jiang Feng stood out awkwardly among a crowd of devout, kneeling believers.
Honestly, if Du Yu were alone, he might have just knelt down.
Respecting the divine is quite normal.
But with the Golden Crow in Du Yu's destiny, he simply couldn't kneel.
