As one of the most prestigious figures in the Mortal Realm, Benedict V was not the leader of a major nation, but he was formidable. Besides, he made his living under Big Chef, gathering a vast amount of faith. At this moment, Qin Fen borrowed God's identity to perform the Great Prophecy, making use of faith and Fortune. He had both, and they had a source.
Others could not see Qin Fen's invisible phantom, but Benedict, who shared the same lineage as him, could.
Even if he saw it, he would normally only have taken it for a divine miracle, since all he saw was a back view. Unfortunately, when the convoy moved, Qin Fen subconsciously looked over. The moment he turned around, Benedict nearly fell over. He stared blankly at the enormous phantom.
That face was far too familiar. Qin Fen? Qin Fen! He was certain of it. Yet certainty only brought confusion. Shouldn't that have been the Father? If it was a divine miracle, why had Qin Fen appeared?
The question left him utterly bewildered, but the road still needed clearing. Even if he wanted to go over and grab Big Chef to demand an explanation, he could not. He could only bury it deep in his mind.
"Why aren't you sending people over to help? Go see what's happening!" Benedict shouted in frustration. He was anxious.
"But Your Majesty's safety—"
Benedict waved his hand. "Who would try to harm me out here in this frozen wilderness? They would have frozen to death long ago!"
The security personnel split off a group and rushed over.
Qin Fen returned to normal and looked at the Female Hooligan's terrified gaze, feeling somewhat awkward. He was even more terrified himself. How had she gotten in? But this was not the right