As they strolled along, Lu Cang listened to Mu tell him about the Death Church's thousand-year legacy.
How they had diligently served the White of Death and Destruction.
How they had offered sacrifices to her and sought to earn her favor.
Mu hinted that a thousand years of sacrifices had won them little response.
But now, the true incarnation of Bai had descended. This was a response to their thousand years of steadfast devotion.
Heh...
What a loyal church.
They had served for a thousand years without receiving a response, yet still believed in her at the risk of being branded heretics and wiped out?
Lu Cang couldn't quite understand that way of thinking.
Perhaps he needed to learn more about why they believed in the White of Death and Destruction.
Then he could address the root of the problem and gradually dismantle their faith.
When it came to eliminating a church, cutting off its roots mattered more than killing everyone.
He had to prevent new blood from joining.
This was a church with no publicly available way to become a class-changer, and the entire continent was hunting them down. Yet its teachings continued to spread without pause, even flourishing everywhere. The phenomenon made Lu Cang curious.
How had they managed it?
"Bishop, this is our church's treasury."
"The former leader is dead, and the restrictions on the treasury are now under the control of us elders."
"Bishop, please accept the mark I leave behind."
Lu Cang held out his left hand.
The back of his hand glimmered faintly, and a black mark appeared on it.
It was merely a contractual mark that would let him open the treasury.
He couldn't detect anything hidden in it.
Still, once he was out, he would have Iz and Kumiloni check whether there