As Lin Qiye looked at the people coming and going to pay their respects, he seemed to suddenly catch onto something.
He looked at the statue again and then at the few people kneeling and worshiping it.
The dark clouds in his heart were instantly dispelled, and everything became clear.
"I know! I got it!" Lin Qiye shouted excitedly.
However, even the people beside him couldn't hear him.
Whoosh!
Lin Qiye appeared on top of the statue.
He spread out his mental power and carefully felt the power of faith that permeated the world.
This time, he didn't mobilize and controlled it like he usually did.
He was like a passerby, allowing the power of faith to pass through his soul.
"It's different. I knew there would be something different! "
Lin Qiye was excited.
"This power of faith doesn't belong to me!"
