A Miao found it hard to believe, but the truth was right before her eyes. She checked it over and over.
She actually did not care what Wen Xishu looked like. After all, he was simply a faith. When countless people on the lower levels were in despair, that person had suddenly descended. When everyone thought they were abandoned pawns...
Someone had brought back a hospital, a Level Six hospital at that, and placed it on the second level.
A Miao had also heard about that hospital's wonders. Its medicine could cure every disease, and it had some top-tier medical equipment that had only recently been put into use.
In A Miao's eyes, she too was among those who had been saved.
She was grateful to Wen Xishu, but many times, when she prayed with Venerable Wen, she did not know whose face to picture in her heart.
She could only focus on that name.
Now, she had finally met Wen Xishu himself, and he matched none of the appearances she had imagined. She had never considered that he was only seventeen or eighteen, the minimum age for entering a tower...
Although all sorts of rumors circulated outside, including claims that he was seventeen or eighteen, a genius the likes of whom rarely appeared, that went too far against common sense for A Miao.
It took over a minute for A Miao to accept this fact. Still somewhat incredulous, she said:
"The Lord... is actually a child."
She was thirty, and in fact still quite young. Without the torment of illness, she would still have had the looks to get by in the Desire Tower, but because of her cancer and mental anxiety, she already looked somewhat aged.
In her eyes, A Shu was a child.
Wen Xishu said:
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