"Fine, if I don't let you see clearly, you'll never give up your treacherous intentions." The little girl waved her hands, and another scene appeared before Wei Yuan.
In the image, a group of people were kneeling before a statue.
However, the statue had grown some moss on its top, which no one seemed to clean. Clearly, there weren't many followers, nor were they particularly devoted.
Wei Yuan gazed at the statue, feeling a sense of familiarity, then suddenly remembered—it was the statue of the Creator Immortal Venerable standing in Qingming!
Seeing the sparse crowd of dozens kneeling before the statue, Wei Yuan was instantly furious. How had his followers dwindled to so few?
When did this happen? Have mortals become so unaware of reverence? It seems only thunder and storms can awaken their memories and make them see reality!
And the statue of the Creator Immortal Venerable had actually grown moss?!
