The two old people stood up and gazed at Ye Chen through tear-filled eyes. They seemed convinced that he was the legendary deity.
"Alas, elders, I really am not a deity. There's nothing I can do about the drought, either." Ye Chen felt a little ashamed as he explained, as though he'd done something to wrong the two of them.
The old couple simply clutched his sleeve, unable to speak for a long time. They didn't believe what Ye Chen had told them, but they knew that even a deity must have his reasons.
"We understand. We know that when a deity descends to the mortal world, he can't reveal his identity." The old woman looked at Ye Chen excitedly, but he couldn't bring himself to say a word.
He didn't want to deny what the two elders believed anymore, because he knew it would break their hearts. After all, they had saved his life.
"That's right, elders. I really am a deity sent down from heaven. I've come to the mortal world to observe the character of the new emperor, who just ascended the throne. If he proves to be a wise ruler, I'll ask heaven to send rain."
Ye Chen looked at the old people before him with complete confidence. He did remember a drought like this, and he knew it would soon be over.
"Thank you, thank you, deity." The two old people began to kneel again, but Ye Chen quickly caught them by the arms. "Elder, ma'am, you don't need to kneel again. It's only right that I do this."
After finally calming them down, Ye Chen had them sit on the stools. "By the way, elder, ma'am, did you hear me make any sound half an hour ago?"
The two old people exchanged glances, then