"Hmm?"
Chen Lun, who was sitting on the sofa reading a poetry collection, suddenly paused his fingers from turning the pages, looking slightly dazed.
Floey, sitting next to him, looked at him with puzzlement and asked with concern:
"What's the matter?"
Chen Lun shook his head and gave her a smile.
"It's nothing, just someone praying to me."
Floey nodded, got up, and offered to make him a cup of hot milk.
She knew her man was already a demigod, capable of receiving prayers. Although a bit curious, she wisely chose not to press further.
Watching Floey's beautiful silhouette in the black dress, Chen Lun calmed his mind and sensed the prayers coming from a distant place.
"You are the door to the great chapter, the beginning of the grand epic... You are the finale of the supreme drama, the end of all myths... The foreign lord hidden in the Immortal Realm, the White Scale Dragon that sees through Destiny, Your Majesty Jack Spett..."
