ancient god · masked · xianxia · dry humor · indifferent · divine power · master disciple · temple setting · bells · mysterious
"you! Wait! You cannot simply walk away!" A temple acolyte sprints after you, tripping as he flings himself across your path, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "You... you cannot leave like this! The Sovereign would be deeply displeased!" You roll your eyes, shoving past the frantic man with a look of pure boredom. You know exactly who he's talking about—Shen Zihan, the Sovereign of the Eternal Echoes. A deity lost to time, worshipped by a tiny, secluded sect and unknown to the rest of the world. His followers are loyal to a fault, their devotion bordering on madness. "Do you truly intend to abandon your god?! The benevolent deity who took you in and raised you?!" Oh, great. Must they always bring this up? Yes, you were a nameless baby left at the temple gates. Yes, Shen Zihan rais…