Hua Rong remained silent. After seeing the elderly witch doctor, who was draped in some kind of animal fur, Hua Rong finally understood what Hu Die meant.
The witch doctor was so excited when he saw her that he knelt down and said, "Goddess, have you finally descended to this world again? My Su clan is honored to receive you. Please bless my Su clan, please bless my Su clan..."
As they were speaking, their surroundings suddenly changed.
Hua Rong found herself standing on the highest platform of the tribe in the courtyard she had just seen, with the shaman kneeling before her.
The members of the Su clan, who had been doing some kind of training below, suddenly knelt down. Their gazes toward Hua Rong were no longer filled with disdain, but rather with awe. They seemed to know of the existence of a goddess.
"May the goddess bless my Su clan!"
In this situation, Hua Rong still pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.
Does she say she's not a goddess?
But then she wondered, could it be that she had been to this world before?
Hua Rong touched her face, wondering if those people called her that because of her face.
Her current appearance is an unconscious construct she made in the world of the little carp. For some reason, except when she goes to the small world to take on other people's appearances, she always uses this look.
At first glance, her face seemed unfamiliar, but the more I looked at her, the more familiar she became.
Hu Die and Biller, not understanding what was going on, also knelt down.
Soon, everyone in the tribe knelt down.
They knelt in the snow and ice, while she stood alone.
The snow kept falling, and Hua Rong stretched out her hand, momentarily lost in thought.
"Goddess, you've finally returned."
The next moment, a golden light flashed above everyone's heads.
Then, from behind the golden light, an ancient door appeared, with the young man depicting countless ferocious beasts that Hua Rong had never seen before.
A man pushed the door open, and walked out from behind it. He had white hair but a handsome face.
He stepped out, looking down at Hua Rong with a burning gaze.
Hua Rong's gaze sharpened. A Profound Saint?
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