Haiman's heart hammered uncontrollably.
Out of the corner of his eye, he studied his surroundings. The environment and the magical runes around him made a suspicion rise within him.
Am I aboard the Floating City?
Haiman had no time to think further. He hurriedly bowed to Huo Ling, performing the highest form of etiquette.
"Greetings, Your Holiness Huo Ling!..."
The moment Haiman opened his mouth, he launched into a long string of resounding honorific titles and respectful phrases.
Huo Ling raised a hand to cut him off. "Do you know why I brought you here?"
Haiman stared blankly at Huo Ling. After opening his mouth, he said nervously, "This... this servant does not know."
Although Haiman had thought of many things during the grand assembly earlier, even making many plans for what came next and hoping that he could become a Legend, perhaps even a Saint—
Now that he was here and had met the Pope himself, his mind seemed to have rusted over, utterly unable to move.
Seated upon the throne, Huo Ling looked at the temple knight below and slowly said, "Haiman, tell me your story."
Haiman swallowed nervously. He still did not understand why his current circumstances differed from his previous life.
And though His Holiness the Pope had asked him to speak, what was he supposed to say now?
After a while, Haiman finally began haltingly recounting his story.
But after listening for a moment, Huo Ling shook his head. "I do not want to hear about your past. I only want to know what happened to you in the great hall."
Haiman's heart suddenly clenched. He panicked.
Could His Holiness the Pope be referring to my rebirth?
Haiman gritted his teeth, realizing how he should answer. "Your Holiness, in the great hall, this servant... this