Placing three bunches of yellow chrysanthemums before the grave, Su Ming'an turned around.
The girl kept staring at the three bouquets in front of the grave, which represented her grandma, dad, and mom. From now on, she would grow up in the City Guardian Department where someone would raise her.
"Su Xiaobai, do you need help? You..." Han Han looked at Su Ming'an with a gaze filled with fear and shock.
The reason was no other—the deity stood there, pure white, waiting silently outside the cemetery as Su Ming'an finished offering flowers. It stood unmoving, like a clean White Tower.
"Su Xiaobai, did you violate some oracle? Is that why the deity came to catch you..." Wang Mingming stammered, "No, that's not right, deities rarely appear in front of humans..."
They couldn't imagine, no matter how much they thought about it, that Su Xiaobai, this high school intern in front of them, could be an old god from a thousand years ago.
