When A Tai saw the ghostly expressions on Ye Jinghong's face and mine, he looked puzzled. "Mr. Jiang, what's wrong with you two?"
"Nothing. I was just curious how formidable those three Elders you mentioned really are." In my view, anyone who could become a Sage was already impressive. Although those Sages had been chosen based on fairness and justice, A Tai had said they all possessed their own special abilities.
Even if an ordinary person truly had a fair and just heart, they could never be chosen as a Sage. A Sage had to possess some real strength.
Otherwise, A Tai would not have placed Sages on the same level as Apostles.
"Mr. Jiang, if there really is an Apostle later, can you hand him over to me? I want to see just how powerful an Apostle is!"
A Tai was a man, and men all had an unwillingness to admit defeat in their hearts.
Even if a man seemed utterly laid-back and indifferent to everything, deep down he was still competitive—unless he thought his opponent posed no challenge at all.
I nodded. Since he had volunteered to deal with the Apostle, I naturally had no objection. It was also a good chance to see what made Sage Thirteen so formidable. Among the twenty-nine Sages, he ranked thirteenth. That ranking should reflect strength too, right?
Sure enough, his illusion did not last long. Before long, we returned to reality. We were still in the same spot, but those people were looking around as though searching for something. I guessed that even if our car had been parked right in front of them earlier, they had simply failed to see it.
That gave me a newfound respect for A Tai's illusion technique. At the very least, he had truly turned