Yao Guang, still dressed in a thin, gorgeous gown despite the wind and snow, was holding some kind of recording device she had pulled from who knew where, continuously pressing the shutter at Chen Li's descending figure.
After taking frontal shots, she took side shots. After the side shots, she took panoramic shots. Sometimes, she even flipped the camera around and snapped a selfie with herself and the pillar of light.
Her expression control was flawless—pouting, flashing a V-sign, tilting her head at a forty-five-degree angle for an upward shot—all in one smooth sequence.
It was as though she did not possess even the slightest respect for the Lord of Paradise.
Everyone could not help but grow suspicious. Wasn't this Yao Guang supposed to be the Lord of Paradise's self-proclaimed messenger?
A messenger should act like a messenger. What the hell was she doing?
Yao Guang keenly noticed everyone's stares. She blinked, then pointed a finger toward Chen Li. "Why are you looking at me? Look at him. I'm not the Lord of Paradise."
Yao Guang waved a hand, then lowered her voice and added in a seductive tone, "Hurry up and worship him while you have the chance. Maybe you can scam some blessings out of him. Once this opportunity passes, it's gone for good."
Yao Guang's absurdly uninhibited words jolted everyone awake.
No one paid any more attention to the blasphemous-sounding phrasing in Yao Guang's words. The infected in the camp dropped to their knees one after another, raising both hands as they prayed devoutly toward the descending light.
The entire Reunion Movement infected camp knelt as one, cries of "Terra Father" rising and falling without end.
Chen Li, who was slowly descending from the sky, rolled his eyes at Yao Guang.
Yao Guang caught that glare, but