Bishop Ci Xiang had run with many gangs. The tattoos covering every inch of his skin were proof of his past, and precisely because he had seen so much upheaval, he treasured the Mercy Society all the more.
Compared with the other members of the Mercy Society, Ci Xiang had come from the very bottom. He had neither money nor manners and had fought his way up to bishop. He was certainly no good man, but he had his own code.
"If the councilor's Mercy Bottle breaks, the other two bishops will definitely split the Mercy Society apart. None of us respects the others' authority. It's only the councilor's mediation that lets us work together." Bishop Ci Xiang held no particular affection for the Mercy Councilor. In private, he knew about some of the things she had done. He simply never mentioned them because the Mercy Society could not do without her.
"Besides me, the other two bishops are Ci Ren, president of the Second District's Physicians Association, and Ci Yu, vice president of the Second District Chamber of Commerce. If any one of us leaves, it will affect the Mercy Society's operations." Bishop Ci Xiang stood in the palace of flesh and blood like the last pillar holding up the chapel.
"I won't kill her for now. Stop harping on about it." Gao Ming regained his view of reality. Behind him, the phantom of the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God, bound in black chains, slowed down before disappearing along with his forbidden zone vision. His complexion was now terrible.
After they left the underground Deep Pool, the malice deep within Li Sansi had been fully awakened, gradually merging with the Blood City Ghost Markings on Gao Ming's body. Every time he used the power those markings granted, the fusion accelerated further.