Yu Xing's gaze followed Aiven, watching the ancient god's fanatical believer move with a devotion and madness that showed in every gesture. His senses had already quietly spread through the area.
What lay behind the white cloth was hardly a secret to him.
A mass of foul energy lurked there. Its fluctuations weren't particularly strong, but it displayed signs of spatial movement. Taking Aiven's words into account, Yu Xing guessed that something behind the cloth was a teleportation array of some kind.
He followed at an unhurried pace and stopped beside Aiven.
"Most of the time, the secret cult's gatherings have to take place under cover of the deeper darkness of night. They invite me because I'm my Lord's only agent in this place." Aiven's fingers tightened around one corner of the heavy canvas. He handled it with a solemnity that came close to desecrating the sacred. He didn't lift it right away, but turned his head and looked at Yu Xing with eyes steeped in gloom, the corners of his mouth curving in a subtle smile.
"But today is different."
"Right now, the main force of the Mother Goddess Church has been foolishly lured to the forest in the west. The calamity of the Chaos Rain has kept those ignorant townsfolk indoors, and even the factories have fallen silent... The secret cult decided to move the gathering up to daytime... Look, even fate is giving us a perfect opportunity, isn't it?"
"They still invited me, and I'll bring you along. It's almost time, my friend. We'll take a more convenient route."
While Aiven went on and on, Yu Xing listened with his hands in his pockets, looking completely unmoved. Aiven didn't seem to mind his attitude anymore, though. Whenever he spoke of the ancient god, his spirits soared—his abnormal