As golden light poured down from the heavens, the purple-robed Taoist smiled.
"Supreme Taiyi Savior Heavenly Master, the goddess possesses great compassion, great determination, great merit. Allow this humble Taoist to offer you a bow."
The purple-robed Taoist took three steps back, picked up three sticks of incense, and bowed three times, knocking his head to the floor twelve times in deep reverence—this was the highest form of respect.
This reverence was not merely for status, but for Wang Xueqi's achievements, for Wang Xueqi herself.
Wang Xueqi ascended, and from now on, no one knows how many lives she will save.
The Water Ghost—this most ancient, cursed profession—starting today, is formally dissolved.
At least, in the Divine Land, this is so.
The purple-robed Taoist thought to himself that in his lifetime, he would likely never achieve such far-reaching merit again.
To take part in this was already a great fortune.
