The meal had ended, yet the afterglow of divine grace still lingered like warm embers in the air.
Some Titled Douluo sat silently, savoring the surging spirit power flowing wildly within their meridians.
Others gently caressed their newly obtained Spirit Bones, the faint divine glow dancing between their fingers.
A serene tranquility filled Feng Ran Pavilion.
Until—
Lin Feng moved.
A small, unintentional movement.
He cast his gaze toward the hall—toward the still-empty tables meant for "ordinary customers"—and sighed inwardly.
Ah… these Titled Douluo are indeed loyal and wealthy… the finest leeks in all the land.
But relying on this single patch won't fill my appetite. I need more customers. More points. More income!
His eyes drifted out the door, crossing the street, crossing the entire Spirit City—toward the countless fields of future leeks waiting to be harvested.
Then—
A faint sigh escaped him.
So light.
So casual.
Yet it echoed like ancient thunder deep within every soul present.
"Alas…"
That single word struck the room like a silent storm.
A loneliness without edges—
A divine compassion that could drown worlds—
Poured over the Titled Douluo like a tidal wave.
What—?!
Why did the Senior sigh?!
Did we… anger him? Fail him? Fall short in some way?!
Breaths tightened. Knees trembled.
Even Ghost Douluo's face drained of color.
He was the first to sense it—
That faint, almost invisible thread of disappointment woven into the Senior's sigh.
He sharply looked out at the city, tracing Lin Feng's gaze.
And in an instant—
A horrifying brilliance exploded in his mind.
The Senior wasn't disappointed in them…
He was disappointed in the billions outside—
The "foolish children" still lost in darkness, unaware a deity sat here waiting to illuminate their path!
Ghost Douluo abruptly rose, strode forward—
And knelt.
One knee slammed onto the floor with a resounding thud!
"Senior!"
His trembling voice was a mix of shame, devotion, and fervent longing.
"You… seem to carry worldly troubles…"
"May we… have the honor of sharing your burdens?"
Lin Feng blinked.
Huh?
I was literally just thinking about customer traffic. Why are you kneeling? Why is there a ritual happening?!
But then he saw Ghost Douluo's expression—
That burning, almost deranged piety.
And suddenly—
Opportunity.
A perfect, heaven-sent excuse.
A stepping stone carved by the overthinking genius kneeling at his feet.
Ah… what a treasure. Should I hire him as an external employee?
Maintaining his lazy, ethereal composure, Lin Feng looked outward again, his voice drifting like ancient mist.
"Divine light shines everywhere… yet the people of this world are blinded by dust, unable to find their way home."
His tone carried the weight of forgotten eras.
"This world… foolish children…"
A small, almost imperceptible sigh.
"How many there are."
Boom!!!
The words struck like heavenly lightning.
Ghost Douluo's entire body trembled violently.
A scorching, fanatical light erupted in his eyes!
He understood.
He completely understood.
The Senior was lamenting their slowness—
That they had been selfishly hoarding divine grace within these walls!
When outside—
So many lost souls awaited enlightenment!
"Senior!"
Ghost Douluo kowtowed, forehead slamming into the floor.
"We understand!"
"Please rest assured—today, we will spread your miracles across the world!"
"We will ensure that all foolish children see the divine light and walk the path home!"
His devotion ignited the others like a spark in dry tinder.
Every Titled Douluo rose—
Then knelt together, movements perfectly synchronized.
"We are willing to share your worries, Senior!"
Their combined voices shook the beams of the pavilion.
Then, reverent like pilgrims embarking on a sacred mission, they stood, bowed deeply—
And departed.
Each step firm, determined.
As if they were marching not to publicize a restaurant…
But to usher in a new era ordained by heaven.
Only after their figures vanished around the street corner—
The curtain to the back kitchen lifted.
Zhu Zhuqing emerged, mop in hand, expression still an unmoving sheet of frost.
But deep within her icy blue pupils—
A faint tranquility flickered.
Something soft, and quiet, and settling.
Behind her—
Zhu Zhuyun watched that cold back.
A back still shackled by old hatred and childish grudges.
Idiot.
Truly an idiot.
The deity stands before you,
The ladder to the heavens lies at your feet—
And you're still clinging to mortal bitterness?
Still looking at this divine realm with mortal eyes?
You're like an ant trying to measure the height of the sky.
Zhu Zhuyun lowered her gaze to her hands—
Damp from dishwater.
Hands once stained by political intrigue and imperial struggle.
Hands that now scrubbed plates in the divine realm.
Was this humiliation?
No.
What an honor.
A slow, fanatical smile curved her lips.
Foolish sister… you still fight for the past.
But I… I fight for the future.
For favor.
For proximity to the deity seated above all.
For the sole supreme position among all who serve him.
Far away—
In the depths of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
A stone door, sealed against all light and sound, slowly rumbled open.
From within the dark chamber emerged a woman of breathtaking magnificence.
Clad in the exquisite Supreme Pontiff's robe—
Crowned with the nine-curved purple-gold coronet—
Skin like pristine jade—
Beauty that could topple nations—
But her scarlet eyes held a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Cold.
Detached.
Inhuman.
Bibi Dong—
The Supreme Pontiff—
Had finally ended her month-long seclusion.
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