"Join?"
"I haven't seen you before. Are you new here?"
The man who opened the door still seemed somewhat wary.
Xu Zhi nodded. "Yes, I just got here. I heard someone saying that the cult could grant supernatural abilities. I want supernatural abilities."
Xu Zhi guessed that the Cup's criteria for choosing people would not be too strict. At least, they would not be too strict in a place like the Lower District.
And the "flesh quality" of her Spirit Vessel was clearly exceptional. Someone like this would obviously make a far stronger convert than an ordinary scavenger. That priest would have a hard time refusing.
Sure enough, the man's bloodshot eyes greedily swept over Xu Zhi, as if he could see through her skin to the flesh beneath it. Then he put on a pretense and nodded. "Fine. Come in and we'll talk."
The door opened, and the stench of blood rushed out at her. Xu Zhi merely walked inside without changing expression.
The interior was arranged somewhat like a small chapel. The gathering had just ended, and a man in black priestly robes was tidying things up. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, and confusion flickered in his eyes when he saw Xu Zhi and the man who had opened the door.
The door-opener was a scrawny middle-aged man, while the priest looked rather young, only a little over thirty. Their condition was strange. They did not resemble the low-ranking believers Xu Zhi had encountered before, but if they were not Cup-aligned believers, how could they help others become "supernaturals"?
Still, Xu Zhi could see something off about the scrawny man. The deranged aura belonging to the Cup was especially obvious on him.
Noticing the priest's gaze, the scrawny man took the initiative to explain, "She came to us