"My lord, you summoned me."
Within the Third Heaven, a woman holding an umbrella gazed at a massive God Phantom and slowly flew to a stop behind it.
Suspended in midair, the woman knelt properly and lowered her head.
The enormous phantom she worshipped resembled a Human Race Woman magnified more than a hundredfold. She too wore a long dress and held an Oil Paper Umbrella.
God—Flower-Supporting Lord!
Yet Flower-Supporting Lord's phantom merely gazed toward the dim skies in the distance, completely ignoring the believer kneeling behind her.
The Human Race Woman naturally did not dare disturb her and simply waited.
After an unknown length of time, the god finally sent a voice transmission: [The Origin Qi you have offered recently has decreased.]
"This disciple is incapable." The Human Race Woman lowered her head even further.
[You often use the divine art, Misty Rain Human World. What is your purpose? Do you miss the mortal world?] Flower-Supporting Lord said indifferently.
The Human Race Woman slowly shook her head.
[Are you showing it to me?] Flower-Supporting Lord held her umbrella in one hand and gently spun its handle.
"I would not dare! This disciple would never dare." The Human Race Woman shook her head repeatedly, looking terrified and uneasy.
Flower-Supporting Lord finally turned around. Her graceful figure and captivating face were enough to make anyone lose themselves in fascination.
Yet there was no gentleness in her brows or eyes.
The god slowly lowered her head and looked at the Tiny Human Race kneeling beside her legs.
Overwhelming pressure came crashing down below.
The Human Race Woman could not help trembling all over. Under the gaze of the enormous god, she did not dare utter another word.
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