"Shaman" smiled.
"Whether you admit it or not doesn't matter. As long as you've come to the Hall of Truth, you're one of us. Our organization is very loose. We hold no authority and bear no obligations.
"If you wish to hear the voice of God and pursue truth, you can treat this as an intelligence exchange hub.
"If you have no such inclination, you can simply never enter again, or treat it as a chat group to pass the time."
"No, what I mean is, a mysterious villain organization is just too cool! I've always dreamed of joining an organization like this. I never thought it would actually come true one day. Meeting all of you feels like meeting family," Amon said with heartfelt sincerity.
"What should we call you?" "Shaman" asked.
"Amon. Just call me Amon."
"Hello, fellow Daoist Amon. Welcome once again to our ranks." Daoist Priest's voice carried a touch more solemnity.
"By the way, are there only three of us in this organization? Is there anyone else?" Amon asked.
"Those who can withstand God's Blood without mutating into monsters are few to begin with... When mortals bear feathers, it is divine punishment, but also divine grace. Only those chosen by God are qualified to walk alongside us." Perhaps unwilling to let the organization's image suffer, "Shaman" declared in a lofty voice.
Daoist Priest replied, "Besides the three of us, there is one other person. Perhaps it isn't convenient for him, so he didn't attend this meeting."
"Meeting? What are we discussing?" Amon asked.
"Nothing to discuss. Consider it your welcome party." Daoist Priest said with a light laugh.
Inside an ancient Daoist temple, an old Daoist priest past fifty sat on a meditation cushion. His back was slightly hunched and his frame thin. Before