"The Prayer Association has a problem."
"The biggest problem is the background of that chairman of the Prayer Association."
Red Moon Restaurant.
Jiang Qiao sat in the prison warehouse, quietly waiting for the anomaly to appear.
It was still pitch-black outside the window.
The salty sea breeze blew in, its threads of chill burrowing relentlessly into his body like maggots gnawing at his bones.
For a powerhouse of his level,
this was inconceivable.
But this was the Nether Sea Shore, so everything became perfectly normal.
"The Prayer Association claims to be a native Blue Star force. At first, I thought it was similar to the New Humans—just an ordinary supernatural organization known for its radicalism."
"Though its strength was decent, it was nothing special."
The warehouse was very quiet.
In such an environment, it was easy for one's mood to quiet down as well, and one would unconsciously start thinking about certain things.
That was why people became more sentimental at night.
If they were carrying worries and were alone, it was easy for their thoughts to run wild.
"But the trip to the Northern Territory proved that wasn't the case."
"They actually had a Taboo Weapon."
"And their Taboo Weapon could even be used on Blue Star, to the point that even the outsiders from the Supernatural World were unwilling to provoke them lightly."
"But that still isn't enough."
"A mere Taboo Weapon isn't enough for them to accomplish all those great things in the Supernatural World."
"Nor was it enough to qualify them to oppose a Top Faction."
"But that was exactly what happened."
"Their chairman is only Seventh Tier. That's data from the Simulator, so it can't be wrong. Even if he happened to encounter some opportunity over the past two years and advanced further, he would