The Painter wasn't surprised at all by the tiger-headed man's answer.
After all, she'd already suspected as much, and it was why she'd attacked Bai Fu in the first place.
Right now, she was only happy, even though one of her companions had just died at Bai Fu's hands.
It didn't matter. She wasn't close to that person. In fact, she'd never even met them.
She was happy because everyone was finally beginning to realize she'd been telling the truth.
Good.
As long as they confirmed that Bai Fu was an Apostle, all they had to do next was figure out which Apostle she was, and the rest would be easy.
An unidentified Bai Fu was difficult to deal with. But a Bai Fu whose identity had been laid bare would be much easier to handle.
The Painter waited eagerly, hoping the leader's side would reach a conclusion soon.
Half a day later.
At the organization's temporary base.
The leader stared grimly at the two apparitions hovering before him.
The figure on the left was enormous, like a small mountain. He was nicknamed the Fate Weaver. His combat ability was unremarkable, but he possessed many extraordinary abilities: incredible durability, the power to calculate a target's past and present, and the ability to inflict all kinds of curses that were hard to remove through "fate."
The figure on the right was a stark contrast to the Fate Weaver. She floated in midair and was perhaps only a little larger than Xiphris. Unlike the silly Xiphris, though, she radiated a deeply unsettling gloom even when she did nothing. She was the Child of Prophecy, with the ability to foresee the future and peer into the past. Her prophetic powers were extraordinarily strong; she could even predict the most distant future.
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