Kunqi flew into a rage, about to explode, when Xu Linghe said coldly, "Enough! Jiang Shangkun, shut up!"
As he spoke, he stared fixedly at Plum Blossom Seven, his eyes full of admiration. He had long been utterly dissatisfied with Jiang Shangkun. If Jiang Shangkun hadn't been connected to another Dao Lord, he would have wiped out this useless wretch on the spot.
In Xu Linghe's eyes, Plum Blossom Seven was undoubtedly the sort of loyal, steadfast Night Walker. When Jiang Shangkun had contacted Plum Blossom Seven, Xu Linghe had looked through Plum Blossom Seven's file as well.
Plum Blossom Seven had come from the lowest ranks of the Night Walkers and had been sent out by the Pope, rather than recruited from outside.
Xu Linghe knew very well that those low-ranking Night Walkers sent out from within were all steadfast believers. Such believers were invariably loyal guardians.
At the same time, the deepest believers often went astray and acted to extremes. Few ever achieved anything great.
But Plum Blossom Seven was different. Though a steadfast believer, Plum Blossom Seven had performed outstanding feats. Clearly, this was a capable person, blessed with both talent and adaptability.
And it was precisely Plum Blossom Seven's devout love for the Pope that made Plum Blossom Seven grieve over the heavy losses the Pope had suffered at Xu Yi's hands.
It was only natural that this sorrow would turn into discontent and loathing toward superiors like Jiang Shangkun.
Now this is a true pillar of the Pope's cause. The likes of Jiang Shangkun are nothing but crawling vermin, driven by profit, Xu Linghe thought. Then, in a gentle voice, he asked, "Do you know who I am?"
Xu Yi studied the order of their seats. A moment later, he dropped to his knees and