"Oh God, forgive our sins."
"We are willing to offer the most precious treasures, just wishing for favorable weather and peace in Western Yi Country..."
"We implore the Heavenly Thunder God to withhold His divine powers. We don't want to die; neither do our children. Western Yi Country can no longer withstand another devastation and blow..."
Inside the largest temple in the royal city, the Gray Sun Temple, a group of elders with graying hair kneel without rising.
Among them, the devout ones press their palms together, their faces serene and calm.
The agitated ones weep uncontrollably, wishing they could slit open their chests to offer their heart's blood for the divine scrutiny.
"Everyone, please get up."
"The Evil God who invaded Western Yi Country has long been slain by Shenyi, and he still presides here; what external enemies would dare to invade?"
