The little boy who had stolen the offerings had no idea he was being watched.
After finishing the meat and draining the water, he belched as he dropped to his knees and kowtowed. Clutching his stomach, he looked rather comical as he huffed and puffed through three kowtows.
"Burp~ Thank you for Dragon Empress's blessing. Once I catch some field mice, I'll definitely come offer them to you..."
After saying that, he braced himself against the Altar Table and struggled to his feet, rolling his eyes because the food lodged in his throat was choking him.
Belching, he slowly toddled away.
The Flood Dragon in the mud pond suddenly made a new discovery. Great destiny had gathered around the little boy who stole the offerings. He was fated to go through many things in the future, and in the end, accomplish certain tasks. Perhaps the road he would walk would be exhausting, arduous, and wearying. He would hesitate, want to give up again and again, yet grit his teeth and persist. One day, his shoulders would be able to bear a heavy responsibility.
The world was wondrous. Great calamities could not be avoided, but the World Will would gather fortune and give rise to living beings responsible for correcting errors, silently manipulating everything and pulling it back onto the proper track.
The local fortune had gathered into a great force upon the boy. The boy had no idea how difficult his future would be.
Those unaware of the truth might think having such great destiny was a good thing, useful for becoming an important figure or beneficial to cultivation. In truth, it was a kind of responsibility. The path of growth was filled with bitter hardship and tempering, because the World Will needed tenacious warriors, not burdens who only knew