Ever since Zhang Butong had made such a huge fuss.
Ren Yuemian had been taken from the temple where she had originally been housed and sent to the War God Pavilion to undergo baptism.
No matter how much she tried to explain to the believers that she worshipped the God of Commerce, they still had no intention of letting her go.
They even said as if it were only natural, "Once you become one chosen for divine descent, your status will become incomparably noble. Other than the Grand High Priest, only you and the other Highnesses will hold the highest status in the entire Temple of the War God. At certain times, you may even be more honored than anyone else."
She could tell what they meant—when the War God descended, right?
That was true. At that time, the War God would descend into her body. Once she became the War God's vessel, who in this city could possibly be more noble than the War God?
But after receiving divine descent, the better outcome was losing decades off one's lifespan. The worse outcome was dropping dead on the spot, and that was hardly rare.
It depended on how much power the War God used after descending. If the War God fought without restraint and used so much power that the vessel ruptured, how could a mortal body possibly bear that much strength?
Ren Yuemian did not want to undergo that so-called baptism.
She knew a little about what was happening outside. After all, the matter had become enormous. Although the believers never mentioned it in front of her, she could still overhear bits and pieces about the outside situation when the maidservant believers spoke among themselves.
Zhang Butong really had been searching for her all this time.
He had even