Poseidon did not waste words.
After entering the city, he headed straight for the temple.
His pace was quick, but his expression was grim.
All along the way, he had been thinking over his phrasing.
He had to persuade Qian Yuhan.
Not only persuade her to let go of her hatred for Soul Beasts, but also persuade her—to bow her head to that being.
When Poseidon pushed open the temple doors, the first thing he saw was the stone statue upon the throne.
He froze for a moment.
Then he saw Qian Yuhan.
The woman was kneeling before the statue, her six wings shattered, her Holy Light dim, so thin she was nearly unrecognizable.
Poseidon opened his mouth, yet for a moment, he did not know what to say.
This was the Angel God?
This was the Six-Winged Angel who had once dared draw her sword against the End Dragon and question the Creator God?
He slowly walked over, his steps light, as though afraid of disturbing something.
"Qian Yuhan."
She raised her head.
There was no anger in her eyes, no resolve.
Only hollow exhaustion.
"You're back." Her voice was calm.
"I—"
Poseidon had prepared a whole host of arguments.
But upon seeing Qian Yuhan like this, every word caught in his throat.
He took a deep breath and changed the subject. "That being... did you bring Him back to the temple?"
Qian Yuhan said nothing.
His spiritual power swept through the entire temple, then across all of Angel City.
Nothing.
There was no trace of that being's aura.
Poseidon's expression changed.
"Qian Yuhan." His voice suddenly turned dry. "That being—where is He?"
Qian Yuhan remained silent for a long time.
So long that Poseidon thought she would not answer.
Then she spoke, her voice as faint as a