The Grand Shaman heard Lin Yun's intent and after examining him for a moment, she nodded and said, "Release your divine power, let me have a look."
Lin Yun obediently did so.
In a short while, the Great Mist spread throughout the Divine Temple, except it couldn't get close to the statue of Xuanwu.
Zhang Ling and the others were immediately amazed, no wonder the Snow Maiden trusted Lin Yun so much—it was because of this power. They were already the most elite warriors, and yet in this Great Mist, they still felt their senses obscured.
Only a god could possess such power.
"Take it back!"
Upon hearing the Grand Shaman's command, Lin Yun quickly retracted the Great Mist.
Then, he looked at the Grand Shaman, seemingly with pure innocence, waiting for her appraisal.
The Grand Shaman, looking earnestly at Lin Yun, said seriously, "It is indeed the power of a god, you are the chosen one."
Lin Yun's heart finally relaxed.
In reality, he had prepared for the worst-case scenario.
