"Saint..."
At this moment, facing Xiao Luo SIR's question,
"Seen him, never seen him." Torrey finally gave a broad answer and slowly said, "Seen him... yet never seen him." Xiao Luo SIR considered this briefly. "Mr. Xu means that you have seen the Saint, but you aren't certain whether that was truly the Saint's appearance."
"What's wrong with you?" Torrey suddenly frowned. "You're not merely more perceptive than ordinary people anymore... Your Wisdom Root has practically been carved onto your forehead!"
He had indeed intended to speak in profound, abstruse terms and engage in a fierce battle of wits!
Still, finding someone who could effortlessly understand his nonsense was truly difficult. Torrey couldn't help regarding him with new respect, and a trace of appreciation arose in his heart.
From refusing to speak at first to now wanting to have a carefree conversation... the change had happened in just a moment.
"The Saint has countless incarnations and isn't restricted by appearance, age, gender, youth, or old age." Torrey pondered before saying, "Devout believers can all see the Saint's appearance... but that is the appearance of the Saint in each believer's heart. Since everyone's thoughts differ, a thousand people will have a thousand faces."
"Can you draw it?" Xiao Luo SIR suddenly asked.
Yet at that moment, the Stone Lotus in his hands transmitted a weight, serving as the sole proof that he was a devout believer.
Xu Hongru's heart instantly turned cold. Had the Saint really not seen the little man beside him?
"He can go work as a temple diviner, interpreting fortune sticks." Torrey smiled ambiguously. The surrounding space seemed to be drawn into another world, growing dim as thick fog spread everywhere. Yet the fog dispersed in an instant. The place they occupied had shockingly become a cliff towering