When she heard the word "deity" come out of the other woman's mouth, Xue Fuyao visibly froze, wondering whether she had misheard.
"What sort of deity would turn you into this? Surely you've been deceived."
Hearing this, the old woman smiled bitterly. "Of course we know he's no good. He eats a child every month. But, fairy, we have no choice. If we don't make offerings to him, we can't get by. If we do, we might still have a thread of hope."
Next, Xue Fuyao learned what had happened from the old woman.
In short, Mopan Town was remote. Though the townspeople's lives were not good, they had managed to get by.
However, a natural disaster soon shattered those days.
A severe drought had struck the area around Mopan Town, leaving them with not a single grain to harvest. That deity had appeared at precisely that time.
At first, he had merely said that as long as the people of Mopan Town were willing to make offerings to him, he could bring them welcome rain and bountiful harvests.
Back then, Mopan Town had reached the end of its rope. They had no choice but to believe him.
Within a few days of their inviting that deity in, rain had actually fallen on Mopan Town. The crops in the fields had even grown at an accelerated pace, quickly sprouting from seeds, growing, and ripening.
Because of this, many people had become fanatical believers.
However, getting things too easily could sometimes breed greed.
At first, the people of Mopan Town had only wanted to get through the crisis and survive. But after witnessing the deity's abilities, many had begun entertaining other ideas.
They had begun making wishes, asking for more things. That deity had refused no one, granting every request. His