Luo Zheng had seen the faith of the Demon Night Race before. To the entire Demon Night Race, the only objects of faith were the three kings: "Xun," "Yao," and one other king.
Whether in the Upper Realm or the lower realm, every sacred ground of the Demon Night Race was the same.
Changing a person's faith was an exceedingly difficult matter.
Not to mention that, from the moment they were born, the women of the Demon Night Race underwent the baptism of the King Statue. Their faith was engraved into their very bones. For the Zhao Wu Secret Sect to have actually drawn several members of the Demon Night Race into the sect, they had most likely used methods such as coercion.
Seeing the contemplative look on Luo Zheng's face, the smile on the white-robed warrior's face faded bit by bit. "Do I need to put it more bluntly?"
"Looks like I can't refuse?" Luo Zheng suddenly said with a smile.
A gratified expression appeared on the white-robed warrior's face. "Your comprehension is quite good. You should be able to become a fine believer. The deity will surely protect—"
Before he could finish, Luo Zheng cut in directly. "I refuse."
The white-robed warrior's expression instantly froze. He stared coldly at Luo Zheng. "Do you know what refusal means?"
"No idea." A faint smile hung on Luo Zheng's face. "But I don't want to waste time here forging a sword embryo for some Heavenly Venerate..."
The Zhao Wu Secret Sect's forging of sword embryos was no secret, but that was only true among the top figures of the Upper Realm. Still, under the name of a "god," the Zhao Wu Secret Sect had recruited a vast number of believers. After all, in the eyes of many people, Heavenly Venerates were