At the Saint Child's words, a trace of speechlessness seemed to surface in her pale, nearly white eyes.
She sighed. "What gods are there in this world?"
Because she liked playing at being mysterious herself, she knew perfectly well that there were no such things as gods in this world. If gods truly existed, then those who occupied their posts without doing their jobs, took bribes and perverted the law, treated human lives like dirt... even including someone like her, who showed no reverence for ghosts or gods, should have been punished by divine wrath.
The worse a person was, the less of a conscience they had, and the more comfortably they lived.
Didn't that prove there were no gods in the world?
Censor Cui was a dyed-in-the-wool official of Kang Country, yet he actually believed the Eternal Life Cult's nonsensical doctrines? The Saint Child fretted inwardly, afraid that Cui Xiao might have been brainwashed by the Eternal Life Cult too. During her childhood, when she struggled to survive in Lu Country, she had learned to say one thing to people and another to ghosts. She had seen far too many people who had once scoffed at the Eternal Life Cult, only to turn to it as a spiritual crutch when driven to desperation.
The Eternal Life Cult was far too beguiling and numbing.
It couldn't change their circumstances, but it could give their spirits temporary relief—or, rather, let them deceive themselves. A lie remained a lie even after being repeated a hundred times, but if everyone repeated it tens of thousands of times, it became absolute truth! The Saint Child's worry was clearly unnecessary.
Cui Xiao said, "My lord is a god."
The Saint Child: "..."
Cui Xiao said, "My lord prepared long ago to open the granaries and