In the temple, they saw a huge statue of a god standing nearly 100 meters high, with a solemn expression but a hint of freedom. He looked like a middle-aged and elegant man, looking down at the hall peacefully.
The beam of light falling from the sky is now shining on the scepter in the hand of the god statue. Under the strong light, the huge light ball at the top of the scepter suddenly shines brightly.
Seeing this, Ting Yu immediately said. "Master, please come forward." After finishing speaking, he pulled Wang Wei to the foot of the statue, knelt down, and said loudly to the statue. "The patriarch of the elf of light, Ting Yu, obeyed the divine metaphor. To the new light and shadow spiritual master, please give enlightenment to the great God of Light."
Seeing this, Wang Wei knelt down and said, "Wang Wei kowtowed to the God of Light."
As soon as the words fell, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind. "Wang Wei, you are finally here."
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