“Your Excellency, you have summoned me again. What is it this time?”0

“It is still about the drought.”0

“The drought again...”0

Great Immortal Hu Mu let out a bitter chuckle at those words.0

The officials of Shazhou stood at a distance, their eyes wide with astonishment.0

At first, upon witnessing the deity truly descend and seeing how respectfully he treated the Daoist before them, they were struck with awe. The words in the letter from the prefect of Longzhou had not been exaggerated—this was indeed a man whom even the gods treated with reverence.0

Hope surged in their hearts.0

But that hope quickly faded when they saw the helpless expression on Great Immortal Hu Mu’s face as he spoke, “Your Excellency, you may not be aware, Shazhou’s situation is quite different from Longzhou’s.”0

“In what way?”0

“Allow me to explain.” Great Immortal Hu Mu stood in the courtyard of the yamen and said, “First, as you know, incense deities like myself only possess divine power where we are worshipped. Once we leave such places, our power quickly diminishes. Longzhou was still manageable, though fewer people have worshipped me in recent years, at least some still remain.0

“But Shazhou...”0

He paused before continuing, “Shazhou borders the Western Regions and has been deeply...0