She hastily knelt down, her forehead tightly pressed against the ground.
Towards the Goddess of Life, she had always felt, due to her previous faith in the Creation Witch, that in terms of understanding life, the Goddess of Life was not as great as the Creation Witch she worshiped.
Now she no longer dared to think so.
And it was at this time.
"It's not up to me to simply decide if they should be forgiven," a gentle voice emanated from the nun.
She approached Xi Mu, raising her hand to touch his head, as if a mother doting on her child, caressing her own child's head.
A luminescent green light flowed between the nun's fingers, mending Xi Mu's wounded body and replenishing the life force he had lost.
Xi Mu looked up at the nun graced with divinity.
