Having been captured and brought here, these people had still retained some pride. But now, seeing that Wu Heng and the other two were truly about to leave, and spotting the sacred, unmistakably genuine white powder on the ground—
The majesty emanating from it was so similar to the faith in their hearts, so similar to the one they worshipped.
The moment they saw it, they had already completely confirmed that everything Wu Heng had said was true. That was why their hearts were suffering a shock no less devastating than a nuclear explosion.
In that brief span of time, cold sweat had completely soaked through the tailored suits of this group.
They could not imagine that their lord had truly encountered such a thing. In their beliefs, that was an omnipotent existence.
Yet they also wanted to do something for their faith. But once they acknowledged this matter, it would mean that part of the faith in their hearts would collapse. At the very least, it proved one thing: that being was not omnipotent.
Still, under Wu Heng's urging and declaration, they instinctively cried out.
The bearded middle-aged man at the front, dressed in a suit with a righteous-looking face and an official tone in his voice, hurriedly called out to stop Wu Heng. "What exactly do you want? What should we do?"
Wu Heng stopped and turned back with a smile. "I already said it. I only want cooperation—cooperation with your lord."
"How presumptuous! You aren't qualified!" A man of around thirty behind them immediately rebuked him, an air of official authority appearing on his face.
But combined with his bedraggled state, that authority carried almost no weight at all. Instead, he looked like a monkey putting on airs, and no one paid him any attention.
The middle-aged