East City.
Land God Temple.
Years of natural disasters had tormented the people but had increased the incense offerings.
Few pedestrians were seen on the streets, yet near the Land God Temple, the noise of human voices buzzed, as a long line of incense burners and believers stretched out.
Priest Huang, the master of the temple, now appeared even more profound than a few years ago, his robe embroidered with gold and silver threads, and around his wrist hung a string of beads that shone with a crystal green luster, which upon closer inspection were carved from low-grade Spiritual Objects.
Even if they were low-grade Spiritual Objects, they were priceless in the eyes of ordinary people!
"There are fewer people seeking divination today!"
