After that talk, all of them run towards their barracks and started wearing their gears. Fang Shirong smiled as he gripped his poison daggers and when he sheathes it, he looked serious, like staring at the mirror with a death gaze. "Well, I want someone to play with me and I sure they can help with it that will be amazing." Fang Shirong exclaimed and then walked out of his barrack room.
Meanwhile, Han Zian felt something different when he pressed the [ACCEPT] button for the saint. He felt the revitalization, but he needs more of faith. And because of that before he hold his Divine book he tried to communicate with the Divine creator and from that his revitalization re-surged from the top to its highest peak. He felt the sensation of true blessing. "Ahhh this is the feeling of the true blessing for a saint like me"
