Late at night, in a high-rise building, a gathering.
The fallen Holy Masters did not leave even after they ended their daily prayers.
Some people looked at the mysterious young man behind Gu Xiaomeng. He was the only one who was not wearing a mask, and he was carrying a child in his arms.
"You guys go on, I'm just here to take a look."
that's right. Keynes shrugged. if the powerful person you speak of really exists, then I have a favor to ask.
The fallen Holy Masters were no fools. They could sense the strangeness of the baby in Cains 'arms.
However, on Gu Xiaomeng's account, they did not act rashly.
Tonight, they had originally decided to hold a collective prayer ceremony to pray to the powerful existence who protected them for free.
The ceremony began slowly.
They sat in a circle and began to draw some strange runes they had seen in their dreams on the ground with chalk.
