After returning to the tent, Lu Bu'er leaned against the doorframe, lost in contemplation, and muttered to himself, "In a political and religious union like the Supreme Federation, the Church generally does not interfere in secular affairs. However, once the Church decides to force its hand in matters, those must be affairs that transcend the mundane."
Such as those heretics.
Such as his Seeds of the Heavenly God.
In the past few days, he had reviewed numerous legal documents and gained an understanding of the judicial system of the Supreme Federation. He also became keenly aware of the troublesome vortex he had gotten himself into.
The blanket on the bed was lifted, and Lu Sixian raised her head. Her delicate face was porcelain white in the faint glow of the night, "Brother, were you being investigated by the Special Supervision and Management Bureau?"
Clearly, she had never been asleep.
