Still not enough.
If that "Being" was like the Higher Beings he'd dealt with before, belonging to the mainstream category of half-dead entities, then he'd need to give it a helping hand to make it show more of itself.
Judging by the chaotic state of the mark on his hand, that was almost certainly the case.
As for how to help?
He'd already dragged a royal descendant into being a dancing maiden. Was that not sincere enough?
Besides, according to Clara's father, what she'd just been doing counted as blasphemy against the gods.
Especially since it had happened by sheer coincidence in a place like this, it could be called the fullest possible recreation of the Wenlan Family's pride.
But what if the dancer converted?
What if she stopped treating the dance as entertainment and restored its original religious significance?
Would the nature of the act suddenly be turned on its head, as if the Wenlan Family's pride had been offered up in its entirety as a sacrifice to that Being?
All in all, it would be hard to find a more sincere welcoming ceremony anywhere in Lanfeilai. Lady Clara's years of dedicated practice hadn't gone to waste.
"...All right."
Under the weight of the obsession that had tormented her for years, the woman in question gazed at the incense and finally couldn't resist the urge. She reached out and took it, its tip already lit.
The music played on, and the dance continued.
As the swirling smoke rose again, the mark on his palm burrowed deeper into his flesh at an accelerating pace.
He didn't need Supernatural Perception to confirm that the esteemed Being had accepted the invitation.
Deeply gratified, he also cherished the opportunity, missing not a single change in his body.
If the earlier malice had