Under the watchful eyes of everyone at the banquet, Zhang Tie had the people beside him hand the statue fashioned in his likeness to Bishop Maxim.
Those around them had every reason to be shocked. Their astonishment was not because Zhang Tie carried spatial equipment with him, but because of the statue itself. The moment Bishop Maxim spoke, Zhang Tie produced it, which meant the statue had existed for a long time. For some unknown reason, Zhang Tie had simply never taken it out before.
Seeing the statue being brought over, the eyes of the Ancient God Church clergy all lit up. If not for the occasion, they would probably have already swarmed over it.
Leaving aside what the statue meant to the Ancient God Church, anyone with even a little knowledge of sculpture and art could tell at a glance that it was a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship, the work of a grandmaster.
Beneath the resplendent lights of the hall, the mithril statue glimmered with a mysterious, sacred metallic sheen, as though it possessed a spirit of its own.
Without a doubt, as the first Ancient God statue to appear in this world—and one brought forth by Zhang Tie himself—it could already serve as a holy relic of the Ancient God Church.
Bishop Maxim received the statue with a solemn expression. It was heavy, yet he still insisted on laboriously holding it upright in his arms with both hands.
The banquet hall had become somewhat noisy upon seeing Zhang Tie produce the statue, but with a lift of his hand, every sound abruptly vanished. Everyone's gaze turned back to Zhang Tie, because they all knew he had something to say.
For some reason, at the very moment he was about to make this important decision, Zhang Tie felt utterly