Hao Xiaonian's eyes held a trace of confusion.
The Divine King, into whom Li Ping'an had transformed, continued to regard her with a benevolent and sorrowful expression.
Hao Xiaonian murmured, "The world's end... why would it..."
"Child, this may be hard for you to accept."
Li Ping'an said gravely:
"But you must accept it quickly, and I cannot remain here for long, for the world you see has already shown signs of trouble.
"You should be aware of the process of sacrifice and have witnessed the matter of human offerings personally."
Hao Xiaonian's 'body' trembled slightly, her expression turned pale, and her gaze cleared rapidly as she recalled some vivid scenes.
She whispered, "Divine King, is there a problem with the sacrificial offerings?"
"Alas."
Li Ping'an's gaze turned distant, and his feigned aged face was filled with helplessness.
He began to slowly recount the story he had just fabricated:
