Back inside the Bone Temple.
Zhu Minglang noticed everyone was looking at him differently.
The bearded old brother was particularly conflicted; he was annoyed that he hadn't stepped forward earlier, and what was even harder for him to believe was that the young brother he had been talking with for quite some time was actually a God Chosen, one who might become an existence like the stars in the sky. Even just this simple connection could, in the future, grant him protection under the other's starlight...
Suddenly, the crowd flocked around Zhu Minglang.
"Don't come too close to me; I find you disgusting," Zhu Minglang didn't mince his words with these people, telling them bluntly to get lost.
They had been very eager to coax him away earlier, but now they were scurrying to bask in his divine air, didn't they feel like dogs?
