"It seems that losing faith is not enough to make you give up your life, so how about adding one more thing, sending your most cherished being to hell, is that enough for you to die immediately?"
Like a devil's whisper, this information that drilled into his cochlea suddenly awakened Dongzhi, who suddenly thought of his sister.
If those revered as holy monks in the Krakho Temple were all such hypocrites, could the so-called Sacred City of Nede be a clean and pure place?
The youth always harbored a sliver of hope, maybe the Feitian Sect wasn't wrong, maybe it was just that Jiuta's deceits were too clever, the Holy Maiden should be an existence revered by thousands of believers.
The struggles of the gaunt boy were all seen by Tang Luo, lounging in the hot spring. He couldn't understand, how can someone still harbor illusions about the Feitian Sect in times like these, how foolish must they be?
