"The primary duty of the Prayer Priest is to pray for the people, blessing each village and spreading the glory of God, which is their obligation. Oh, that rotten tree root in his hand is the Divine Staff that only the Prayer Priest is qualified to hold," Ye Yi'an whispered in explanation.
Judging by his look, he seemed rather dismissive of the temple's mesmerizing tricks. Little did he know that he often surpassed Sikong Qinglan as a God-man.
Only then did Mu Han Yan realize why Sikong Qinglan was so adept at his ritual dance earlier; it was originally his duty, akin to those remote, barbaric lower-level God-men of the Holy Court Continent.
"Everyone, rise; the merciful Divine will forever watch over you, granting you health and peace," said Sikong Qinglan as he slowly stepped down from the carriage, handing out small porcelain bottles to the crowd bent on their knees.
"What is that?" Mu Han Yan asked curiously in a low voice.
