"Next, I will go to give blessings!"
Shiva held the Trishula, his expression stern, and took two steps forward before speaking.
Upon hearing this, Wuyou Miao also stood up.
She frowned and stepped forward two paces, saying discontentedly, "Father, you were clearly about to tell the story. Why must you suddenly give blessings now? Can't you wait?"
Wuyou Miao was very unhappy!
Her mother had gone to perform asceticism, her father was telling her a story, but just as it had started, he was going to break off to bless someone else.
Shiva's gaze became slightly focused.
He looked at his daughter, his expression growing increasingly grave as he slowly spoke.
"Wuyou Miao!"
"Fulfilling the believers' requests is the Supreme Lord's divine duty!"
"We cannot shirk our responsibilities for personal reasons!"
Shiva said.
"No!"
Wuyou Miao lowered her head slightly, her expression looking very unsightly, and immediately spoke up.
The divine bull Nandi looked worried.
