"Hierarch, you don't truly believe that I am the traitor, do you?"
Yi had been under house arrest for a full day, and it left him feeling extremely stifled.
He was the esteemed Number One Apostle, second only to two, above tens of thousands—why on earth would he play the traitor and turn against his own?
He thought bitterly.
That bastard Er, just wait till I get out of here, you're going to regret it!
Master Er sat with two walnuts twirling in his hand, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, completely ignoring Yi's words.
Yi could only stew in his frustration alone.
Just then, someone came to report, "Reporting to the Hierarch, Er has captured Wang Ran!"
His voice echoed through the spacious altar hall.
"Oh?"
Master Er's narrow eyes opened a sliver.
A sinking feeling hit Yi.
Damn it!
Did that little twerp Er take credit for something?
He felt extremely dejected; if Er was the hero, he had no pretext to pick a fight with Er.
