A Story (2)

Ignoring Senior Brother Zhuo's struggles, Ning Luo said as he played chess with the black-robed man, "A long long time ago, a true god descended from the heavens to the mortal realm. When she saw the infertile land, sympathy arose within her, and thus, she scattered her divine power to every corner of the world, letting those pitiful people see a trace of hope and a ray of light."

Senior Brother Zhuo was shocked. He neither knew what Ning Luo was talking about nor did he want to listen to his crazy words. All he wanted to do was to escape this bind and leave this place.

However…

Ning Luo's hand was as firm as a steel cage and barely moved an inch.

At that moment, Ning Luo's story did not end. "As the true god arrived, those once pitiful humans worshipped her and constructed a shrine where they viewed her as a faith. From then on, the power of faith was born in this world… However… as time passed, what the true god could offer to them was less and less…"