In the temple of Destiny Chongyuan.
The bearded old man watched Yan Huan crouch beside the wounded, healing them one by one with the glowing necklace in his hand.
"Incredible. Another miracle?"
"Which of the Titans does Lord Yan Huan worship?"
"What does it matter who anyone worships now..."
Yan Huan looked back at them with disdain.
"The oracle said to kill all the Titans. Why are you still talking about worship?"
"Fair point..." The bearded man nodded slightly.
"In that case, I'll go into the city and get some medicine."
"We can't stay with these refugees forever. Giving them medicine will improve their chances of surviving later."
"Medicine? I have some too..."
Still crouching, Yan Huan started to reach inside his clothes again.
"Let me handle this one."
The bearded man smiled and stopped him.
"Lord Yan Huan has done more than enough. It's time for me to act on my convictions."
"Parth, let's show Lord Yan Huan what we can do as master and apprentice."
"Yes!" The young man was full of energy.
"Master, what we do will mean something."
"Of course..."
"All right, then. I'll take you two back to the Holy City."
Yan Huan had no objection. It would be good for them to have a part in this too.
After taking the bearded man and his apprentice to Okhma City, Yan Huan returned to the temple in Deep Abyss.
To be fair, although the temple had been abandoned, it was livable. At least it offered shelter from the wind and rain.
It had a few too many openings, though. Monsters could crawl in through them.
Repairing the temple would be a massive undertaking.
"I'm not exactly in shape to fix it right now," Yan Huan mused.
The priests before them had chosen to hide in