Chapter 452

"This is the Wanderer of Clear Spring Mountain, who brings berries and fresh grass to all kind creatures, a maiden who sings in the spring breeze."

"An honor to meet you at last!"

"...You really needn't be so polite." The faintly glowing deity giggled and handed Sui Xiong a basket of fresh berries that seemed still to be beaded with dew. "Perhaps you really do know of me, but if you say you've long admired me, even I wouldn't believe it."

Sui Xiong took the basket and smiled awkwardly.

This deity was right. As for the God of Berries and Fresh Grass—damn it, Sui Xiong had not only never "long admired" him, he barely even remembered him. He only knew that he was either a friend or one of the subordinates of the Goddess of Springs. There was not a single extra word of information beyond that.

The congratulations from the good gods had reached their final stretch. Those coming forward now were all deities of weak divine power. Their renown was pitifully low, and their strength was poor as well. Many of them did not even have proper churches or temples, only a few clerics guarding altars large and small, barely sustaining their faith.

Naturally, they could not bring much in the way of worthy gifts. For instance, the God of Berries and Fresh Grass had given Sui Xiong a basket of berries blessed with divine power. If mortals ate them, they could probably strengthen their bodies, but they likely could not even prolong one's life. Compared to the gifts given by the first few deities, the difference was like heaven and earth.

But Sui Xiong had not the slightest intention of looking down on them. Guests who came from afar were guests indeed—when friends came from distant lands,