With a casual remark from Mr. Luo, an uproar erupted.
"You planted it?"
The priest, who had been shouting himself hoarse and looking ready to fight to the death, suddenly froze. His whole body began to tremble as if he were having a fit.
"Who else would you think?"
Mr. Luo looked at him with a meaningful smile.
"How do you think you came up with the method of extracting dolls to fight the distortion? Did you think that wherever venomous snakes appeared, there was always an antidote within seven steps?"
"Or that your prayers had been answered and the gods had taken pity on you?"
"Since this was a test, naturally some things had to be planned in advance. This Foolish Tree is an exceptionally precious thing.
Of course, I'm very satisfied with how you all performed afterward. The price I paid was worth it."
"You... You..."
The priest could barely form a coherent sentence. He knelt limply, staring toward the White Tree, his face twisted with despair.
That was what it looked like when someone's faith crumbled.
Fu Qian understood perfectly.
The man was clearly a fanatic of the Sacred Tree faith. The fact that he had skinned and dismembered the exploration team made that obvious.
And suddenly learning that the supreme object of his faith had been casually planted by someone else was probably like finding out that the goddess of his dreams charged three hundred for a night.
A breakdown was only natural.
"Why look so miserable? Look at it another way: I gave you the ability to survive here... and to control Supernatural Power."
"Without me, most of you would never have been able to touch such things, given your abilities."
"Of course, now it's time for you to repay me."
The priest jolted at