"No, let's go check on those savages first."
Hearing this, a trace of guilt flashed in Mos' eyes. Despite his strength, he couldn't dispel the remaining Holy Power from the wounds.
"Then I'll trouble you, Your Grace."
William shook his head and said lightly, "I also want to see how this Holy Power acquired through cultivation differs from that of the Holy Temple."
In another car ten kilometers away, Andrew, with his legs crossed, squinted and said, "The old guy is really stingy, always hogging the good stuff for himself."
After complaining for a while, Andrew asked, "Where's the young lady?"
"Miss Alice is attending a community activity on Nineteenth Street."
"Community activity?"
"An event organized by volunteers, mainly to visit the elderly who live alone and distribute food to the homeless."
Andrew was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter, "My little darling is so kind-hearted, you're the little angel sent to me by God."
