Luo En did not continue to dissuade, slightly raised his hand forward, and the majestic temple transformed into a low stone chamber.
Luo En shed the god's magnificent attire, donned a simple white robe belonging to a human, sat at the head of a long table, and beckoned to the twelve around:
"Come, let's have a meal together before setting off, consider it my farewell feast for you."
"How could we, mere mortals, sit with the [Father]?"
The twelve preachers were caught off guard by the words and hastily waved their hands in refusal.
Luo En's gaze swept over the twelve preachers and calmly said:
"I was once one of the children of men, fundamentally no different from you, there is no hierarchy among us. You need not be nervous, think of this as a commonplace family banquet."
Faced with the persistent invitation from the [God], the twelve preachers had no choice but to accept, nervously taking their seats.
