After listening to Angel's account, Sanders and Gloria both understood why Angel had been so solemn.
If the Budding's believers spread throughout the Southern Region, it would undoubtedly be a devastating disaster.
Human curiosity surpassed even that of cats. Curiosity could kill a cat, and it could just as easily kill a person.
Just like Irene. Even without knowing anything, she had been harmed by curiosity, let alone others.
Moreover, there were far too many hysterical people in this world. If they learned of the Budding, they could easily manipulate matters from the shadows. With the Budding's strange and powerful radiating force, it could even destroy an entire civilization.
"This matter should not be spread as much as possible," Sanders said in a cautious, grave tone. Just as the Order Guild had assessed: do not speak of it, do not think of it, do not speculate about it, and still less investigate or spread it.
Gloria nodded as well. "Not even among wizards."
Those capable of becoming wizards could indeed restrain their own emotions. However, many wizards were not good people. If they merely chose between good and bad out of self-interest, that was one thing; such people understood what was best for them and would never choose to spread news of the Budding. But if even their character had been completely blackened, then letting them learn of the Budding would be no different from voluntarily casting aside the tinder of civilization.
"I understand, but it seems the Budding's believers have already appeared in the Southern Region." Angel said, "Although I destroyed one Rain Pattern Stone, no one knows whether there are other believers of the Budding in the Southern Region."
Therefore, maintaining total silence did not seem like a good thing either.
Sanders pondered for a moment. "Once we