The Seventh Seat frowned slightly and sneered. "As expected of the First Seat. Quite the airs..."
"So what exactly is our operation this time?" The Ninth Seat skipped over the topic of the First Seat and continued, "Mobilizing five believers at once is quite rare."
"Is that so? Why do I remember an operation not long ago that was even larger in scale?" The Seventh Seat spoke faintly, her gaze deliberately or inadvertently sweeping toward Shen Qingzhu. "Seven believers attacked the Abstinence Hall. Six of them, all higher-ranking Seats, died, leaving only one newcomer alive to return... Don't you find that strange?"
Shen Qingzhu met the Seventh Seat's gaze, his expression darkening.
"What do you mean by that?" the Ninth Seat said coldly. "Are you questioning Lord The Whisperer?"
"No, how would I dare question Lord The Whisperer?" The Seventh Seat shook her head. "I merely find it strange. Ever since this little boy joined us, we've lost more believers in one year than we did in the previous twenty. Maybe this brat is a jinx. Anyone who gets close to him dies."
"Is that so? Then why am I still alive?" The Ninth Seat walked up to the Seventh Seat, his eyes icy as he spoke menacingly. "Woman, say that bullshit again, and I'll tear your mouth apart first. Believe it?"
"You?"
"Enough!" The Third Seat's voice suddenly rang out, and the atmosphere in the entire room froze.
He stepped between the two of them, lifting his drooping eyelids slightly. "This isn't the place for you to fight among yourselves. If you want to fight, wait until the mission is over and fight however you like. But while you're here, do your damn jobs!"
The Ninth Seat and the Seventh Seat both fell silent.
"Follow me." The Third Seat