God King's melodious screams still echoed in Luo Qian's ears as he left the Divine Realm, thoroughly satisfied. Back in the day, even a crown of thorns worn by Jesus had become a Sacred Artifact. The Shroud and Spear of Destiny were renowned far and wide. So a few armpit hairs from God King, who was no less impressive than Jesus, were bound to be top-tier holy relics! When that old rascal had traded with him, he had been as stingy as could be and had even tried to double-cross him. Today, Luo Qian had finally plucked the feathers from that iron rooster. He let out a long breath, the resentment in his chest finally eased.
Fortunately, he had not been gone long this time, and there had been no reaction in the Lower Realm. Luo Qian returned to his room and had just lifted the Sealing Art when Milona's voice sounded outside. "God, everyone has been brought here." Luo Qian said, "Bring them in."
The door opened, and Milona led in four people whose movements were somewhat sluggish. One look told him they were under a Restriction. Luo Qian waved a hand. "Everyone else, get out and guard the door. No one comes in without my orders!" "As you command," Milona and Selby replied together with a bow.
The four before him looked utterly unremarkable. No matter how he looked at them, they hardly seemed like people with extraordinary powers. Luo Qian surveyed them with a smile, while they studied him with equal curiosity. They knew a little about Milona's and Selby's standing. Anyone who could give orders to those two had to be at least a bishop in the Holy See. But Luo Qian was young, a far cry from those bald, goldfish-eyed cardinals.
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