Calculating the time, it had been about a month since the last exchange with the Church.
There were only two options: reconcile and coexist peacefully.
After all, his side held the greater advantage and had taken the initiative to propose reconciliation. It would be wise for the Church to take the offered way out.
Or they could refuse, but they should at least give a clear response.
This strange silence was even more difficult to read.
"They haven't sent back any news at all?" Wu Heng confirmed once more.
Lilith's reply quickly appeared. "No! Either they can't swallow their pride, or they think reconciling now would be admitting defeat."
"Then I'll go over tomorrow and contact the headquarters to ask."
"Alright!"
After ending the conversation, Wu Heng lightly tapped the edge of the bath with his knuckles and fell into thought.
Judging from the situation, he had already made concessions.
If their positions were reversed, the Church would never have proposed reconciliation as he had.
Of course, if he were not wary of the gods behind them, Wu Heng would never have brought this up in the first place.
What other scheme could they be plotting?
If they were making any moves, Lilith's informants should have sent back some intelligence, shouldn't they?
Were they merely sulking?
That seemed impossible too. They had lived for so long—how could they make the wrong choice over wounded pride?
Amid the mist rising from the water, he recalled the previous analysis he had discussed with Granda and the Empress Dowager.
The various possibilities concerning a god's descent.
First, when the core of a religion was threatened, its god would intervene.
That was why, when they stormed the Holy Hall, they had only taken the Holy Ark and had not killed anyone inside.
Second, when