Otherwise, under normal circumstances, a small temple wouldn't have a four-star silver-gray Witch serving as its shrine keeper.
Duncan didn't speak or kneel. Instead, he reached out to take the incense, bowed three times, and casually placed it in front of the statue.
Since he encountered the True God, he might as well light an incense stick to show respect.
Light smoke drifted gently.
After lighting the incense, Duncan didn't linger. He smiled at the elderly woman beside him and asked, "I wish to go to An Ding. Which direction should I take?"
The old woman hurriedly pointed in a direction.
After thanking her, Duncan turned and left. The incense he offered burned for three days and nights. Even when night descended, a faint spiritual light, invisible to mortal eyes, appeared on the statue, as if the Divine Spirit had sensed this unusual offering.
