A stone stirred a thousand ripples. Soldiers in Rand were accustomed to seeing figures below the General Level. However, religious figures like Saint Father David were rarely seen.
For a time, the orderly Administrative Center was bustling with voices. Everyone couldn't help but move forward on their tiptoes.
In the Administrative Center, nearly a thousand people from dozens of departments in Rand gathered, with those of higher military ranks occupying better positions.
When Saint Father David appeared, the spacious hall only had a narrow path left that could fit one person.
"He looks so young,"
"How old is Saint Father David?"
Xianxian followed by Saint Father David's side, having heard the same question more than once.
Saint Father David, walking ahead calmly, suddenly stopped and looked into the crowd.
Dense military caps and pairs of curious eyes.
"Holy Father, what's wrong?" Xianxian also looked towards the crowd but did not recognize any familiar faces.
