Just as the white-robed woman was eyeing Lin Rui with a serious expression, Lin Rui also looked at the woman suspiciously.
From her attire, she appeared to be a fourth-order High Priest from the Light Church.
The question was, why was she looking at him like that?
Even though the white-robed woman wore a conical hat draped with light gauze, which concealed her face, Lin Rui still felt her gaze sharp and resolute, as if it could pierce through all pretense and disguise, pushing directly to the deepest secrets of the heart.
Could it be because of the anomalous event with the sacred thunder fire on the altar just now? But that had nothing to do with him; he had been perusing data in a biological chip at the time, doing nothing else.
Just as Lin Rui was beginning to feel uneasy and Wang Sen was likewise perplexed, the white-robed woman's gaze softened, and she clasped her hands in salute towards Lin Rui.
"It's unexpected to encounter a Fateful of our church here."
