A young woman slowly emerged from behind and quietly stood beside Zhongli Wu. Her figure was slender and well-proportioned, and her features were exquisite, but her face was terribly pale. Her dark blue eyes looked vacant and unfocused.
Although she seemed to have sealed away her heart, becoming a puppet for others to manipulate, there was no doubt that she was a stunning beauty.
Nangong Wan looked at the young woman standing beside Zhongli Wu—the newly appointed Holy Maiden of their Holy Spirit Cult, who clearly pleased Zhongli Wu greatly.
The Holy Spirit Cult had mentioned a saintess before, but only in its slogans. "May the Saint Emperor live forever, and may the Saintess retain her youth eternally." Anyone could improvise a whole pile of slogans like that on the spot.
There had never been any concrete news about either the Saint Emperor or the Saintess within the Holy Spirit Cult. At least, in all the years since Nangong Wan had joined, he had never heard of any specific person holding either position.
He had thought the Saintess and Saint Emperor were nothing more than titles the Holy Spirit Cult shouted in its slogans. Who would have thought someone would actually take up the position of Saintess?
The young woman before him was certainly beautiful. Even Mask, that lover of beautiful women, probably had no beauty like her among his subordinates. He just wondered how strong she was.
There was no such thing as a mere mascot in the Holy Spirit Cult. If this Holy Maiden lacked sufficient strength or talent, her fate would probably be miserable.
Nangong Wan knew nothing about the background of the Holy Maiden before him, so he decided to remain thoroughly respectful for the time being. From the looks of things, Zhongli Wu, the cult