Romiel's expression was somewhat strange. It was as if he had forgotten Chu Feng's presence, treating the shattered land as his personal stage.
"You should know, that old fellow, God, always has lots of ideas!"
Gazing at the sky, Romiel seemed lost in his own memories.
"Remember humans back then? They were foolish, ignorant, and the world was rife with countless sins. How could that old fellow stand by and watch stupid humans twist His will and destroy the faith that belonged to Him!"
"So, He sent down that one..."
"Shut up, you damned Bizarre! That person is fake, a lie fabricated by The Holy See! This is absolutely..." The withered Pope of the Yulei Sect rudely interrupted, dismissing the other's words as nonsense. How could the truth, passed down for generations, be so easily tainted by a damned Bizarre?
"Hm?" Romiel's pitch-black eyes glanced faintly at the withered monster beside him.
An invisible fluctuation swept across.
