A Hai felt as though he were already dead. He couldn't understand why so many people had suddenly appeared in the middle of the God's Birthday ceremony, which had been proceeding just fine. He couldn't understand why the Divine Envoy and the Saintess were turning against each other, either, nor could he make sense of their suspicions and accusations toward the Goddess.
Everyone in the town worshipped the Goddess devoutly. Peace and benevolence were her bywords. Even in remote little places, ordinary people could receive her care through her radiance. So the holy land where the Goddess lived should have been an even more harmonious paradise on earth. Why? Why were there grudges between the Divine Envoy and the Saintess? From the way they spoke, it seemed the Goddess wasn't even the same Goddess she used to be...
He had wept when the believers suffered, and when the Goddess opened her eyes, the shock had knocked him unconscious. Warm liquid splashed across his face and woke him. When he opened his eyes, he saw the most terrifying scene of his life: the Saintesses who had been laughing and chatting with him just yesterday were now fighting the players with twisted expressions, only so they could plunge knives into their own bodies. And beside him lay a Saintess who had already breathed her last...
A Hai had no idea what had happened to the world or how to deal with the situation before him. He stared blankly at everything around him, unable to hear a thing. Then a laugh rang out from the altar. His eyes trembled, and he slowly looked to the left. There, he saw a familiar figure standing before the Divine Envoy, leaning in to examine something.
Xu Huo leaned close to the Divine Envoy and scrutinized him.