"Kyoya, how have you been?" Xiaoxiao asked.
"I am fine..." Kyoya replied.
The husband planned to go to the original elven floor where not just elves, but many other races closely related to nature resided.
But fate stopped the husband in the house and it had been weeks ever since he got bedridden.
It wasn't like the husband got sickness, but too much devotion!
His Goddess just descended to the lower floors a few weeks ago, but she already made so many disciples for the husband that he got overwhelmed by their amount.
If the quantity was one problem, then their devotion was another. Of course, the husband never believed he would get overwhelmed by the numbers, but adding their genuine belief that matched the gods, the husband couldn't do anything, but cultivate.
"We are gathering a lot of divine energy from them, so I can't complain..." Kyoya tiredly replied, then closed his eyes.
