The cultist laughed and turned to flatter the bishop. "Your Excellency is truly brilliant! Seeing the New Humans being killed, this kid really couldn't sit still and came out to die on his own."
The surrounding cultists also noticed Bai Ye's arrival and were about to surround him when the bishop lightly raised a hand.
He watched Bai Ye approach with interest, a mocking curl on his lips. "Young people really are impatient. You people from the East Continent have an old saying—how did it go again?
Oh, right. Knowing there are tigers on the mountain, yet insisting on heading there."
A cultist beside him hurriedly applauded, his face full of sycophancy. "Your Excellency, you truly are cultured. Not only do you understand East Continent people, you've studied their culture so thoroughly as well."
The bishop smiled faintly. "Before the Great Cataclysm, those lofty Golden Race rulers governed the Human Federation and spread East Continent culture throughout the world. Naturally, quite a few texts remained in the West Continent. I merely read a few books afterward."
"Your Excellency, you're far too modest."
The bishop looked again at Bai Ye, who had reached the outskirts of the chapel, and said with a faint smile, "Actually, killing Lina wasn't much of an issue. There are plenty of women here.
But I cannot forgive what you did. Such a precedent cannot be set."
Bai Ye lifted his gaze slightly, his calm, indifferent eyes settling on the bishop, who was talking to himself.
He ignored the man's mockery and paid no heed to the teasing, provocative stares of the West Continent people.
People who were truly angry showed no expression on their faces.
He spoke softly, his voice calm. "I'm in a very bad mood today, so... I need to kill someone."
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