President Peter, the head of Mount Sinai Hermitage, had arrived.
No wonder he had called Princess Thea back with just one sentence.
Within Mount Sinai Hermitage, his words were rules—laws. Ye Jinghong told me that Mount Sinai Hermitage had an extremely strict hierarchy, and absolute obedience was one of the traits that set it apart from other divine domains.
That meant the absolute obedience of subordinates to their superiors.
It was somewhat like military discipline, which was perfectly normal. The very purpose of their order's existence was to oppose the Holy See.
But what Peter had said to Xu Fu struck me as a bad sign. He had admitted that he had led the people of Mount Sinai Hermitage to submit to the Holy See, so his appearance now was most likely at the Holy See's behest.
His words darkened Xu Fu's expression. "What did you say? You really submitted to the Holy See?"
Peter looked at Xu Fu, his expression carrying a trace of guilt. "I remember the favor you did me back then. I had no choice. Back then, I founded Mount Sinai Hermitage to fight the Holy See. Over the years, openly and covertly, we have clashed with the Holy See countless times, but what we did did not cause them much loss. On the contrary, our original force of nearly three thousand has dwindled to fewer than two hundred. Watching my brothers and sisters leave one by one, I began to wonder whether what we were doing was wrong after all!"
I shook my head. The moment President Peter began considering that question, it meant he had already lost.
When he began doubting his original intentions and doubting his resolve, he had already started to waver.
He had begun weighing gains and losses. Once that happened,