Xia Lian glanced back at Motan fluttering in the wind at the end of her cross, giving a sly smile, "It's easier to carry him like this~"
Indeed, Motan in a coma was 'brought' back by Xia Lian in this way. To put it simply, the holy woman carried the cross with him hanging on it, looking from a distance as if Xia Lian was holding a huge flag.
At this moment, the two had already walked up the steps and arrived at the entrance of the United Church of the Divines. Before Xia Lian had time to put Motan down, she saw a thin young man running out panting from inside. He quickly bowed to the pair of them and immediately said, "Qiu is in trouble."
"Qiu?" Xia Lian frantically put Motan down, asking Gahares in a low voice, "What happened?"
Yu Chen also nervously clenched her small hand.
