Wu Heng's expression darkened as well.
After waiting so many days, this was the result they had received.
"What exactly did they say?"
Lilith replied, "Hadara'i said the message sent back by the religious representative was, 'The Holy Hall will not respond for now.' But I feel that's essentially a refusal. They may simply be unwilling to completely provoke you at this point."
"If they were truly afraid of provoking me, they should accept reconciliation." Wu Heng lifted his teacup and took a light sip.
Lilith agreed. "That's the part I can't quite understand either."
After pondering for a moment, Wu Heng asked, "Has our informant over there sent back any news recently?"
"No." Lilith narrowed her eyes. "You suspect... the Holy Hall is secretly planning something?"
"I have a feeling they still haven't given up," Wu Heng said quietly.
Lilith understood what he was worried about. A trace of alarm flashed through her eyes. "Surely they won't... really go that far, will they? Matters involving gods are still only legends."
"Let's hope so." Wu Heng's tone was grave.
"After I return, I'll contact them myself. If there's still no news, I'll suggest that Hadara'i send people directly to the Holy Hall to investigate." Unease rose in Lilith's heart as well.
Given the current situation, as long as the Church did not resort to its final measure, Treasure Island's momentum would inevitably transform the global order.
It was not about replacing the Association, but about driving civilization forward through communication innovations, novel creations, and the spread of new knowledge.
That benefited every race.
Except, of course, the Church.
The Church measured everything by only two standards: whether faith remained pure, and whether its rule was being shaken at its foundations.
Hadara'i had likely seen that clearly, which was why he