Dawn was breaking over the old house in the mountains.
Yibai swallowed the offerings of incense from the four counties, and his demonic power increased by thirty percent.
He turned his head to look at Zhao Lingguan.
Zhao Lingguan was silent for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "Dragon Lord, you can actually be so revered by the four counties, truly..."
Zhao Lingguan didn't know how to describe it.
The power of the offerings differed, those sincerely offered were distinct from those influenced by personal gain throughout the process.
He could tell that the majority of the counties' people were sincere.
The incense power from the four counties wasn't strong; even to an immortal like him, it was negligible.
But the genuine offerings from the four counties were significant.
"The four counties are near the Shuanglong River, and my existence is around them, so naturally, I should help."
Yibai's Jiao body coiled, as he spoke.
