He listened as the footsteps behind the hidden door faded into the distance.
Marquis Belon suddenly sighed and poured himself another glass of wine. Gazing out the window, he murmured, "Your Majesty, I've passed your wishes on to the Holy Light Church. I didn't expect Saintess Xiweina Ye to come in person this time."
As Marquis Belon thought of why Xiweina Ye had come, an odd smile crossed his face.
Just then, though the windows and door were shut, a faint, chilling breeze stirred inside the room.
"You're here," Marquis Belon said calmly.
Before he finished speaking, a translucent figure appeared where Xiweina Ye had been standing.
Its features were indistinct, but it gave off the decaying aura of someone ancient and near death.
"I didn't expect Xiweina Ye to track me down so quickly, much less come herself." The translucent old man's voice was hoarse and low, carried by a tremor in the air.
Marquis Belon smiled. "I have to admit, Archbishop Ye Lijin, your luck is remarkable. Saintess Xiweina Ye assigned the task to me, so you're safe for the time being."
The aged, translucent figure was none other than Archbishop Ye Lijin, who had betrayed the Holy Light Church!
And if Modi had been there, he would certainly have realized that the "old man" who had stayed by his side all this time was the Archbishop's Remnant Soul.
Archbishop Ye Lijin laughed. "Heh heh heh... Luck? When I was young, my teacher told me never to leave my fate to luck. I've never believed in it."
Marquis Belon's expression shifted. Recalling his first meeting with Archbishop Ye Lijin, he drew a sharp breath. Had it not been luck at all? Had the Archbishop known all along that, if Xiweina Ye traced him here, she would come to