Celestial Capital, Floating Island.
This is an island that soars above an area of eight thousand zhang, not built upon a jianmu tree.
The inhabitants here are genuinely either exceptionally wealthy or noble; at worst, they are the offspring of Great Power families.
"Exercise caution in speech and action."
The Buddha Son looked at Zhu Xiaoming beside him and whispered:
"Do not speak recklessly in this place. Although there is an unspoken rule that the gods will not broadly project their Divine Thoughts to eavesdrop on the conversations of juniors... calamity still comes from the mouth."
Zhu Xiaoming dutifully nodded his shiny bald head, then asked:
"Buddha Son, where are we going now?"
"To a True God Church, to meet some people, to seek an opportunity, a chance."
The Buddha Son's eyes were as calm as water, and after a brief conversation,
he patted the Withered Woman lying on his back, and then led Zhu Xiaoming through the cold, long streets of the Floating Island.
