Within the Sculpture Garden, the Gods Camp.
Jiang Ruyi was leading the Ran Sect Generals in discussing their plan when she suddenly turned to look toward the front left.
A pair of biological siblings stood there—Leng Tianxing and Leng Tianyue.
The Leng Siblings were both past forty. Having sailed through a thousand sails and seen all manner of things, it was difficult for anything to stir their hearts.
Yet at this moment, the turmoil in their hearts had grown so great that it was affecting the meeting.
"Leng family." Huangfu Zhao noticed the Young Madam's change and turned first to rebuke them before she could speak.
Indeed, everyone here belonged to the Ran Sect.
But inevitably, the Cloud Sea Old Troops within the sect could be further divided into a small group.
The five Cloud Sea generals always addressed their leaders as Young Master and Young Madam.
Because Huangfu Zhao, Yan Chou, Wuya, and the Leng Siblings had their own sect master, their own roots.
"This subordinate has failed to control his emotions. Young Madam, please forgive me," Leng Tianxing said in a low voice, lowering his head in salute.
Leng Tianyue wore an apologetic expression. Though she was an Evil God, she had not lost her manners, following her elder brother in admitting her fault.
"It's fine." Jiang Ruyi spoke calmly, making nothing of it.
There were nearly a hundred gods in Great Xia, all kinds of them, each with a different disposition.
But they all shared one ability:
The gods would equally wound every believer who offered them prostrate worship.
The more devout you were, the more loyal you were; when the lies were finally exposed, the deeper the wound you suffered.
The Leng Siblings had once both been believers under the Star Official. Now that the Ran