Mr. Luo's casual remark instantly stirred up a huge commotion.
"You planted it?"
The priest, who had been hoarse and desperate, suddenly froze and began to tremble all over as if having a seizure.
"What else did you think?"
Mr. Luo looked at him, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Did you think the method of combating the distortion by creating Porcelain Dolls just came out of nowhere? A snake has appeared, and there must be an antidote within seven steps, you think?"
"Or perhaps miraculous prayers answered, and gods took pity?"
"Since it's a test, some things naturally had to be designed in advance. This Fool's Tree is an exceptionally precious thing.
Of course, your subsequent performances made me very satisfied with this idea, the price paid was worth it."
"You... this..."
The priest could hardly formulate words anymore and knelt weakly, looking in the direction of the white tree, his expression utterly shattered.
This is what a collapse of faith looked like.
