"Divine Envoy, in your mercy, you have manifested divine grace. We thank the incarnation of the great Yizhi Heavenly God for scattering divine grace upon our Black Sand Tribe.
"From heaven to earth, all shall be ruled by your will. Prosperity, glory, honor, and wealth all come from you. Praise the Divine Envoy! Our Black Sand Tribe is willing to offer our most devout faith to the Divine Envoy. Our entire Black Sand Tribe takes pride in becoming the Divine Envoy's servants!"
"Honored Divine Envoy, please accept our most devout praise and offerings!"
In terms of appearance, Heiman, the chieftain of the Black Sand Tribe, still looked rather vicious. Yet at this moment, the devotion on his face caused an unusual radiance to shine from his fierce dark visage.
Amid the praises, Heiman, chieftain of the Black Sand Tribe, shuffled forward on his knees before Ye Zhen. He lifted Ye Zhen's bare foot, still covered in mud and sand, in both hands and kissed it without the slightest hesitation.
For a moment, Ye Zhen was dumbfounded.
All he had done was draw out a vast amount of water from the underground river, restoring life to the wheat fields and vegetation within a thousand-mile radius.
It had merely been the flick of a hand.
Ye Zhen himself had not even used much power. Little Demon had only expended a negligible amount of strength—not even half a percent of its spiritual power.
How had such an ordinary matter instantly turned into the Black Sand Tribe hailing him as the incarnation of the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God, a Divine Envoy?
Moreover, these sand tribesmen, including the chieftain of the Black Sand Tribe, were all incomparably fervent and devout. Shouting the divine name and praising Ye Zhen, they surrounded him with excited expressions