"Welcome to my Divine Country!"
Upon hearing this, Miao Yin shuddered.
She looked up at the woman sitting on an icy throne, her gaze filled with both dread and reverence.
When the woman claimed this was her Divine Country, Miao Yin realized she was the deity the Snow Mountain Temple had been worshipping for many years.
If it were Zhang Chi here, he would undoubtedly be full of sarcasm.
This deity business didn't fit in with the style of the world of cultivation at all!
Miao Yin, however, held her criticism and respectfully bowed.
"Respected deity, may I know why you have summoned me? Is there anything you need?"
Miao Yin's words were humble. She indeed was haughty, but she wasn't foolish. There was no point in being arrogant in front of a deity.
It was better to show respect. She was still worried about Zhang Chi, her goal was to return as soon as she resolved the issue here, so her speech was considerably more polite.