Hong Ling had never imagined that her prayer, filled with just a sliver of hope, would truly get answered.
Like the proverbial man who professed to love dragons, she was intensely fearful inside.
She considered herself a cultivator of the First Realm and knew that some unknown beings were extremely terrifying.
But then, she thought of her child.
Perhaps this was hope.
She tried hard to recall the name of the unknown deity.
"O great and supremely benevolent Lifeless True Saint, please listen to my plea, for which I am ready to pay any price..."
She laid out everything, hoping for a response.
However, Wang Sheng had already known everything about Hong Ling the moment the thread of faith formed — the situation of the Winged People Clan, Hong Ling's ordeal; he knew it all and had already given a certain response.
This made Hong Ling pray even more resolutely.
