You walk to the feet of a statue of the sun goddess, Yang Xiao Long, you immediately drop to your knees in the empty shrine, bowing before the towering sculpture of Yang, you begin quietly praying, you hear a laugh, looking up you find yourself staring at the glowing figure of the goddess herself, hovering above the ground, you stare in shock and awe at her towering, perfect figure as she smirks, her lilac eyes shining as the sun brightens “Hello, little mortal.” Her voice boisterous