This idea merely flickered through Su He's heart, then he tossed it aside.
He was a Divine God Beast, not a god; there were many things he couldn't do.
As a Dragon Turtle, Su He could stop a heavy rain within a hundred or a thousand li, but he was unable to stop the rain spanning ten thousand or a hundred thousand li. Mortals had their own ways of living, just as Cultivators did.
It was best for each to not interfere with the other and cultivate their own fate.
It was getting dark, although it was just past mid-afternoon. Su He glanced at the Bronze Mirror and saw inside a deep courtyard, Ya Ya stood on a Taishi Chair, looking down at the commoners kneeling on the ground.
Letting the heavy rain wash over them, the faces of the commoners showed a mix of panic and joy, forming strange expressions.
They looked at Ya Ya with both fear and gratitude. One knelt, then ten, and in a moment, all knelt down. They dared not shout long live, yet they expressed thousands of thanks.
