"You don't have your own followers?"
Lu Cang thought for a moment before asking in return.
At Lu Cang's question, the smile on Luoti's face seemed to freeze for a moment.
"The Deep Land is cut off from the outside world, and I have no way to make contact. That makes it difficult to gather my own followers."
Luoti replied readily.
She didn't seem to have the usual aloof air of a Divine Spirit. Her attitude toward Lu Cang was quite amicable.
"No wonder I've never heard your name in the outside world."
Luoti's smile froze again for a moment.
'This human... Is he messing with me?'
'Is it that I *don't want* to be famous? Is it that I *don't want* to be known by the world? Is it that I *don't want* to have followers?'
'I'm the one who can't get out!'
'I can't get out of the Deep Land!'
'If I could get out, is there anyone in this world who wouldn't know the name Luoti?'
