Seven Gods Hall.
The setting sun spilled over the myriad of mountains.
The crimson sunlight spread out like an endless golden carpet.
His Excellency Merlin Andre walked indifferently on the brilliant golden path, his cardinal-red robe, symbolic of his episcopal status, trailing behind him on the ground.
His presence even seemed to overturn the concept of time, with the brilliant golden sunlight and the pale green starlight taking turns shifting amidst his robe.
His pure white eyes were as still as ancient wells.
Indeed, as His Excellency Merlin had said, he was undoubtedly the saint with the most perfect visage.
Even though his face was indistinct, his soul's aura already overflowed in abundance.
His soul, pure white and almost snowy, could be described as perfect.
And at this moment, that soul's aura carried an unangered yet commanding presence.
Wrapped in a profound authority.
