The lobby of the activity center had been arranged as an exhibition hall.
As soon as he entered, Shi Beiluo was drawn to a statue of a god at the very center.
The statue wore a gold-inlaid jade Daoist robe and a crown with nine hanging tassels. Its face was as handsome as an exiled immortal's, and its right eye was covered by a blue-scaled eyepatch.
Nine bronze mirrors floated behind it, their surfaces reflecting all kinds of joyful scenes from the human world.
"This is the Immaculate God."
A voice came from the depths of the hall.
Shi Beiluo looked up and saw several people walking out. At the front was a well-dressed, middle-aged man.
With a smile on his face, he said, "You two look unfamiliar. You don't seem to be from the town."
The girl who had brought Shi Beiluo and Zhou Yuhao inside introduced him. "This is Mister Zhao, the chairman of our office, Zhao Donglai."
Shi Beiluo casually made up a name, then said, "Mister Zhao has a sharp eye. The two of us only arrived today. We came to seek refuge with some distant relatives in town."
Zhao Donglai said "Oh" and did not press further. Instead, he walked to the statue and smiled. "The god worshiped by our Joyful Cult is this Immaculate God."
"The Immaculate God can help us escape filth and enjoy happiness forever."
"So, believing in him offers tremendous benefits."
Shi Beiluo asked impassively, "What benefits?"
Zhao Donglai smiled. "First, you'll never again suffer from hunger, exhaustion, or hardship. Our sect will regularly distribute sufficient living supplies to our believers, so everyone can stop worrying about their three meals a day."
Zhou Yuhao immediately put on a deeply interested expression. "Is there really such a good deal?"
"You won't require