The indigo lion looked around and found a vacant divine seat down the Taoist hall.
Only in the most important Taoist halls was there the main hall, where the divine seats were always reserved. Because the seats belonged only to Haotian.
It came to Sangsang, pulled her dress and dragged her onto the seat. Then it tore several pieces of gauze and covered her to keep her warm.
Even the most pious follower would have abandoned this Haotian upon seeing the blood-stained Sangsang in labor. But the indigo lion always worshiped her as the only Haotian and the true god.
The indigo lion was very satisfied by its own loyalty and perseverance. Recalling the big black horse leaving its master previously, it felt angry and sympathetic, and would like to treat it with a good bite in the future.