At the Moon Worshipper Sacred Land, Peacock descended. Her features were peerlessly exquisite, yet she always carried a trace of cold indifference, lacking the emotions of the mortal world.
Peacock of the Divine Realm, a Divine Maiden born in response to destiny, had first arrived in the mortal world.
Upon the sacred land's altar, Ning Chen watched the woman descend from the heavens, his expression tightening slightly.
As Peacock descended, beneath the gaze of all, she turned her wheelchair and slowly headed toward the altar ahead.
Below the altar, the white-haired old crone narrowed her eyes. This woman's origins were anything but ordinary.
Such a holy aura could scarcely appear upon a human, unless it belonged to a deity.
The wheelchair rolled forward, leaving two shallow tracks behind it. Ahead, the Moon Worshipper Clan members involuntarily made way, unable to stop Peacock from advancing.
Below the altar, seeing this, the white-haired old crone's pupils contracted. She turned back to glance at the High Priest atop the altar, awaiting his command.
"It is fine. Let her come," Ning Chen said calmly.
Hearing this, the white-haired old crone nodded gently. Without another word, she stepped aside and cleared the way.
The wheelchair moved onward, neither hurried nor slow. Before long, it reached the altar, and the two people fated to meet formally came face-to-face.
"My name is Peacock. I come from the Divine Realm," Peacock said softly from her wheelchair.
Her tone was flat, still without the slightest ripple of emotion. It was neither pride nor contempt, merely the attitude proper between two strangers. Neither needed to please the other.
"Ning Chen, from within the realms."
Upon the altar, Ning Chen spoke in reply.
"By my master's command, I have come to assist you in resisting the Primeval Demonic Realm," Peacock stated