Chef Qin understood, but huddled in the changing room, he still felt a sharp, inexplicable pain in his heart. Why didn't you say sooner that money was no object? And could you stop throwing around words like "selfless heroism"?
Qin Fen was speechless. Who wouldn't want a little something out of this? But no, you just won't give me anything. Heavenly Dao, you bastard. And can everyone stop acting like I sacrificed myself for a noble cause? Can't you think something good of me for once?
He had thought he was asking for the moon, but he hadn't been. The others thought he had given everything and felt guilty about it, but that wasn't true either. What kind of mess was this?
This time, the commotion truly shook heaven and earth. The offering was so enormous that the Heavenly Dao itself, the boss of all bosses, had stepped in and given Chef Qin all the recognition he could ask for. He just didn't want it.
With Guanyin's willow-branch nectar and the offerings he had now received, they had enough to change fate itself.
While everyone was still wondering what Chef Qin intended to do, the eye in the sky suddenly shot out two beams of light, one gold and one purple. The gold was Merit; the purple was Fortune. Both were mysterious forces, and as they settled upon Jingwei, she froze in midair.
Swift changes began to overtake her. Her body grew hazy and insubstantial, wreathed in glowing clouds, as great plumes of mist streamed from her.
Yan Emperor shot to his feet and stared at the sky in excitement. The rules were changing. What did that mean? Fellow Daoist Dong Re had succeeded!
Tears of joy filled his eyes. He shouted at the sky, "Heaven has shown mercy!"
Guanyin