Greetings, Lord Dictator!

The mermaid draped in faith sacred garment had an exquisite countenance.

This face still belonged to Lin Yuan, but all the lines on his face had softened significantly.

Previously, Lin Yuan's looks had been about an eight out of ten. It was his charisma that boosted him to a nine.

But now, his features were a ten out of ten, both as a male or a female.

Beauty or handsomeness were both inaccurate to describe his current countenance.

It was a description that could only be understood in terms of deep adoration and admiration.

Lin Yuan stared at White Speak, who had a look of incredulity on his face.

His long hair, which was composed of faith power, floated up, and thick faith power once again blanketed the entire territory and marsh.

The might from White Speak's faith power was like a weak baby banging against the shield formed from the faith power in the shrine in Lin Yuan's soul.