Song Cheng said, "With so many pairs of eyes, she has seen quite a number of men."
Miss An glared at him and said, "You!!"
Immediately, she snorted and said, "You and your daughter just know how to anger me, why don't you just kill me from anger!"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry," Song Cheng chuckled.
Miss An also snorted and lay down on the slope of the muddy hill.
Then, Song Cheng lay down as well.
The family of three lay together on the slope, watching the lingering mountain clouds, then the sunset twilight, and finally the bright moon overhead.
Through Visualization, Song Cheng could only faintly hear vague information, unreliable.
And if the Divine Soul floated aimlessly in the sky, too many people would be seen.
To truly understand information, possession was still necessary.
But possession was actually quite troublesome.
Beings like deities cannot manifest mana too often, nor can they possess randomly.
High and mysterious, that's how faith is maintained.
