"Junior Lin Yan, greets Wutong Divine Mother."
Lin Yan lit three sticks of incense, respectfully, and placed them in the censer before him.
His expression was solemn as he looked at this Divine Spirit who had protected the Human Clan for many years, displaying a look of respect.
And the white smoke spiraled upward, forming the ethereal image of a woman, majestic and dignified, as if seated in a high position, looking down.
She did not speak.
Her gaze just fell on Lin Yan, as if she were sizing up something.
After a moment, the incense smoke gradually dispersed.
"You are indeed extraordinary," the Holy Lady spoke, saying, "This new method is not perfect, but there is hope for patching it up, and at least in the general direction, there shouldn't be too many mistakes."
"Thank you for the guidance, Divine Mother," Lin Yan understood that what the Holy Lady said now was the intent of the Divine Mother.