As Lu Baiyan questioned him, the patch of air he was looking at twisted ever so slightly.
"...Don't be so angry, Old Lu."
A faint mosquito-like buzz followed. "I was only following orders to keep an eye on your movements. Being assigned from above wasn't my intention."
"Was it the Pope or Your Highness the Saintess?"
Narrow-Eyes did not buy that excuse and immediately pressed further.
"It was an order from the Church."
The mosquito-like voice replied blandly, "I don't even know what you did... Have you been in too much contact with the outsiders?"
Lu Baiyan fell silent.
He had noticed it long ago, but seeing the Church use its methods for dealing with outsiders on him still left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Others might not know, but he knew best that the mosquito-like voice belonged to one of their Templar Knights, Han Jingchuan, sixth in rank.
As for his ability... It was difficult to spot with the naked eye, but if one looked carefully enough, they could find an extremely tiny insect hidden behind him.
That was Han Jingchuan's ability, perfectly suited for serving as the Church's eyes and ears, gathering all sorts of intelligence without a sound.
Even God-Chosen would find it difficult to notice those tiny eyes unless they specialized in mental power. Even those with some degree of mental power might not detect them.
Lu Baiyan was no weakling himself, yet he could only vaguely sense them. That was only because he knew his colleagues inside and out.
The other man was also a veteran among the Templar Knights. Rank did not always mean everything, and with this ability, he had helped the Church gather plenty of unknown intelligence in the past, allowing it to seize the initiative in open and covert struggles