"Why would I worship that God anyway? He has never shown himself in front of me. How am I supposed to know if he is real?" He complained as he dried his hair with the towel.
After all, all he did was follow the family tradition to worship Bai Shijue, God of Prosperity and Purity.
Of course, worshipping one of the most powerful that ever existed gave him prosperity, as his family had been the de facto priest of God Bai Shijue for generations.
"I'm supposed to be the main priest, but… how come God Bai Shijue never came to me? In my dream, at least, I can have this unwavering faith within…" he murmured.
He felt an emptiness in his heart, but he tried to ignore it.
After he wore his white robe, he walked out of the bathroom and went to his bedroom.
The bedroom was dark because he hadn't lit the candles. So he took the matches and lit two candles.
