Cheong felt at ease.

Another day had passed, a day like a dream for the devoted followers in Lanzhou.

The rumors of last night’s banquet, a gathering of the faithful hosted by Cheong (though it felt more like an imposition on her), had already spread widely. Those who couldn’t attend still found solace simply knowing that the Heavenly Supreme was nearby, well within reach. Their hearts felt lighter, worries seemed to fade, and, offering their gratitude anew, the devotees prayed for the peace of her divine body and the continued growth of the Sacred Sect.

This was the joy of …