Lu Zixun, having returned from the Insect Breeding Ground to the Insect Slaying Zone, spent the whole journey pondering how to identify those potential believers.
There's an old saying, "When sleepiness comes, a pillow is delivered."
No sooner had Lu Zixun settled into his office than Qing Yuanyang came looking for him, wearing an expression that was unusually grave.
"Your news is quite timely, Qing," said Lu Zixun, cradling a milk tea in his hands. "You've turned up just as I've got back."
But Qing Yuanyang was clearly in no mood for levity and said with furrowed brows, "The Plague God is recruiting believers within the Crimson Land, and he has already successfully converted quite a few."
"I'm aware of the recruitment," nodded Lu Zixun, setting down his milk tea on the office desk. "How did you learn that quite a number had been converted?"
