A Saint Descends Again—what was that?
The office was deathly silent. Both Bai Zhou and Ya stood where they were, saying nothing.
The four simple bold black characters on the white paper sent a chill down Bai Zhou's spine.
It made him tremble even more inexplicably than when he had seen the upside-down Demon surrounded by endless Meat Mountains inside the Crystal Ball.
This tremor was like the instinctive reaction Bai Zhou had felt upon seeing the words "Saint," as a Destined One—an instinct that seemed to originate from the Path itself.
After a while, Ya finally spoke softly. "In the history of ordinary people, there were Confucian Saints, Poetry Saints, Lyric Saints—and many other Saints."
"Those of immense merit can be called Saints, those of noble wisdom can be called Saints. People bestowed the title of 'Saint' upon their sages to express their admiration, and sometimes even the emperors of dynasties were called Saints."
"But in the Mystic World, Saint is not a noun that can be used casually."
Ya's expression turned solemn. "Major Luo should know that. He wouldn't have picked such a codename at random."
"A Saint symbolizes a transcendent life-form, an unimaginable and indescribable supreme individual."
"They symbolize the completion of knowledge and action, beings of ultimate goodness. They are infinite existences within a finite world. Above, they can hear the Way and comprehend the principles of Heaven and Earth; in the middle, they can enlighten all people; below, they can command all things."
"What they say becomes law, what they desire comes true, and there is nothing they cannot do!"
"Such supreme individuals may truly have existed once, but even I know very little about them. The Mystic World is even more secretive about beings of that kind."
Ya's voice was especially low, as though