After coming into contact with the modern civilization created by humanity, Naga experienced unprecedented joy—
With a tap of her fingertip, an astonishing variety of food was delivered to her door, from piping-hot spicy hotpot to exquisite French desserts. Within that tiny screen lay endless entertainment and indulgence, often keeping her at the computer until late at night.
Yet she had never forgotten that God's Blood was the Key to truth. The pleasures of life were merely scenery along the way; pushing open that gate was the goal she truly needed to pursue.
She gazed at the Daoist Priest seated at the head of the table, her voice carrying a hint of emotion. "The Hall of Truth has been silent for so long. I thought some accident had happened, like with Feather Spirit. Daoist Priest, have you run into trouble?"
"Thank you for your concern." The Daoist Priest's voice was gentle, though it carried a faint trace of exhaustion. "I was entangled in mundane affairs some time ago and had little time for research. Moreover, guiding your souls into this Hall of Truth is also quite taxing for me. That is why the meetings were suspended for so long. I hope you two will forgive me."
Amon adjusted his Monocle and asked, "Then does reconvening the meeting mean you have dealt with those trivial matters, Daoist Priest, and that your research has returned to its proper course?"
"Precisely." A barely restrained delight belonging to a researcher came through in the Daoist Priest's voice. "I summoned you both this time to share new progress in my research on God's Blood. I have finally achieved some results recently."
At those words, Shaman Naga's eyes brightened before a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face. Remembering how she had recently indulged herself in