In truth, as a true god of powerful divine power, Mystra had little need for mortal faith. Or rather, as the controller of the Weave, she had more faith power than she could ever use. So long as someone borrowed the Weave to cast a spell, a portion of faith would be "offered up" to the Goddess of Magic. She was truly an overpowered second-generation deity.
"It's free anyway, so believe a little more," Aoko Aozaki whispered in Maria's ear, lightly nudging her with her elbow. "You worked for the Healing Church for so long; among those at the grassroots level... Aside from naturally gifted actors like Young Master Zhou, who were born with the talent handed to them by heaven, hardly any actor could start out overpowered and directly take on roles of every temperament."
Xu Wenwen handed him a bottle of water. He did not refuse, taking it and drinking several mouthfuls. When Xu Wenwen saw Director Lin's hand holding the bottle trembling slightly, she could not help giving him a surprised look.
Yang Tongruo had only gotten halfway through her words before they gradually died away amid Duan Jinrui's cold, mocking smile. That man's eyes were so clearly disgusted, so ruthlessly cruel. Her body began to go weak, and in that instant, she realized that whether or not she had harmed the child was no longer important.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your vital energy." White Mist apologized to her with utmost sincerity. Only someone guilty to the extreme would react like this.
With a muffled thud, Tiger Shark's expression changed drastically. Green blood surged wildly from his mouth as his body dropped rapidly through the air like a kite with its string cut.
When he saw Zhang Ruofeng enter the private room, it was