The newcomer wore golden armor and had a dignified, martial bearing. With a broad forehead and a wide face, he radiated righteousness. He was clearly an Orthodox God of considerable cultivation.
Crack—
Inside the golden statue, Shi Lan took a bite of the unknown spirit fruit in her hand. She was momentarily at a loss, but after a brief pause to think, she understood.
The information she'd obtained from the Incense and Fire Prayer Power within her wasn't complete. Still, she could make a rough guess about the collection of Incense and Fire Prayer Power and tribute that this man had mentioned.
It was probably something like the Divine Court's taxes.
"Based on the number of your believers, this is the itemized list we've prepared. Please review it, Divine Lord."
The golden-armored divine general presented a thick ledger and tossed it into the purple-gold cauldron before the statue.
Once inside the cauldron, the ledger burst into flame without a spark and instantly turned to ash.
Rows of golden words, imbued with divine might, appeared before Shi Lan's eyes. The list ran to tens of thousands of words, detailing the amount of Incense and Fire Prayer Power, as well as the share of tribute she was expected to pay.
"The share being collected this time is much higher than before: six parts out of ten of your Prayer Power, and eight parts out of ten of your tribute."
The golden-armored divine general spoke cautiously. Then, with a helpless look, he added, "These are the standards set by the Divine Court. This humble god is only carrying out errands. If you have any objections, Divine Lord, you may report them to the Main God for a ruling. Please don't make things difficult for me."
These lofty Divine Lords were rarely mild-tempered. On