When Michael returned to the meeting hall in the Upper City District and met with Monk Xin Marsi again, this Grand Cleric of the Spiritual Tool Church had a curious expression on her face.
"Did you go see that young man?"
The green-haired beauty asked softly, "To think you'd personally go to advise him, it seems you really value him."
"I saw my own reflection in him."
The Second Prince settled back into his seat—truth be told, he always enjoyed conversations with members of the Spiritual Tool Church. They could say things anyone would like to hear, always substantive, not just empty flattery. Collaboration with them was also quite comfortable, as long as the contract was determined in advance, there was no worry of them betraying halfway through.
