"Looks like I have to take another long trip," Motan said, shaking his ears and letting out a breath, laughing softly. "Really now, I was thinking I could have a good rest for a while."
The current Pope, Saint Ambro, furrowed his brows and shook his head with a stooped figure. "You should indeed rest a little longer. The strength of the Goddess of Darkness is more tenacious than imagined. If you don't take proper time to recover, it's easy to sustain permanent injuries. I assume you wouldn't want the young ones to worry about you, right?"
Xia Lian, who had been indifferent, was caught off guard by the last thing Ambro said, causing her to pause briefly. She then turned to look at the two young people beside her and, as expected, saw Yu Chen's face, unable to conceal her concern, and Motan's slightly worried expression.
"You sure talk a lot..."
