Above the firmament, the rising morning sun carried warmth, yet this warmth failed to penetrate the depths of Yuan Dazun's heart.
"As you wish... worshipping gods?"
Yuan Dazun repeated Chu Zheng's words, feeling a slight chill in his heart and a trace of bewilderment in his expression.
He could tell at a glance that the few magic artifacts in Chu Zheng's hands were valuable; at least with his prior financial resources, he couldn't afford them.
In one night, Chu Zheng suddenly had these artifacts in his possession, which was difficult to explain by normal reasoning.
Worshipping deities sometimes yielded rewards bestowed by them, but such events were rare, only the most fervent believers could possibly receive such divine rewards.
If it were said that Chu Zheng was a disciple of some deity, everything he had done before would turn into a joke.