After speaking a few more words, Xia Feng left the Evil Dragon Space.
The woman on the Divine Throne stared quietly into the void, her gaze lost. After a moment, she prepared to lay back down and enter into a deep slumber.
But her movements halted momentarily, and after some thought, a pitch-black, heavy book quietly landed on her lap.
Turning the pages, the feathered pen began to write on the pages, pausing from time to time.
"Awakening Calendar, 18th Day."
"Pain level 1.39 billion, Desire 58.12%."
"I've waited three days, thinking he would never return, but to my surprise, after two weeks, he came to see me again, carrying his fervent faith."
"Obviously, I was wrong, terribly wrong. As the Dragon God, how could I repeatedly doubt the sincerity of this believer?"
"He is an odd human, sometimes beyond reason, yet it is undeniable that he's passionate, holding onto his faith with obstinacy, perhaps even reverence."
"I'm very satisfied, and joyful..."
