"Child, what's wrong with you?" Seeing her unusual posture, Taozhu Da Feng Immortal quickly showed concern, "Are you feeling unwell? Stop for now to avoid getting hurt."
"No... it can't end!"
"What?"
Gu Lan gritted her teeth, "The Luoshen Festival can't end. I must continue! If we fail, everyone's confidence will dissipate." She looked at the anxious crowd, "We can't let everyone be disappointed in Dafeng City and the farming family... The identity of a farming disciple, the recognition of Luoshen, these are things we take pride in and cannot let their purity be questioned."
"Child, this is our fault, not yours."
"I am a member of the farming family, standing here means I must bear the responsibility." Saying this, she continued to invoke the communion with nature to call upon Luoshen's will.
"What are you doing! Stop it! You will get hurt!" Taozhu Da Feng Immortal exclaimed.
Yet when he looked at Gu Lan again, he found that she seemed entirely different.
