When Hao Xiaonian saw the divine light of the Imperial Capital, her heart wavered a little.
But in an instant, she thought of many things;
She thought of the Divine King in his white robe, with a kind and benevolent face, always speaking to her of disaster and hope;
She thought of how she broke free from her mother's restraints, rushing and leaping all the way to the Imperial Capital, arriving here with absolute resolve.
Now eight deities have descended, and the High Priests' prayers should have been acknowledged by the gods, who would heed their prayers...
A slight disturbance appeared in Hao Xiaonian's prayer dance.
Just at this moment, she caught sight in the temple's main hall of the Holy Mother, whose half-closed eyes seemed to forever pity the people.
'Good, you must remember one thing.'
'Gods are born from people's beautiful wishes, to respond to those wishes.'
