Luo Muye's entire body went rigid. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples, even more than before.
Kong An had calmly said so much that he had essentially explained the entire course of events.
In terms of individual strength, even now, Kong An was undoubtedly at the bottom among the Sinpos. But however low he ranked, killing a Black Rakshasa was still a crushing mismatch, easily accomplished.
And there were indeed different levels of divine favor. By making Living Buddha Gau Bone Beads and obtaining Lama Agong's Living Buddha head, Luo Muye had first knocked open the doors of Black City Monastery. His bloodline had then earned him the position of Sinpo, and the deities had favored him. Dibe Yum's prolonged failure to complete her bodily transfer had led the Chief Seat Deity to question him and left the other deities slightly dissatisfied.
But thanks to his bloodline and the Old Sinpo's human-skin Thangka, he could still command the deities powerfully. Coupled with his connection to Mao Zhan, even Sinpo Baqin could do nothing to him.
Now, however, Kong An had inherited his connection with the deities. Kong An's bond was even closer, their favor a level greater, and that would make Kong An stronger!
Under these circumstances, personal strength was unimportant. Just as Luo Muye had been before, with a more powerful deity behind him, he himself was merely a vessel!
Luo Muye was still an ordinary person, whereas Kong An was already a Sinpo. A Sinpo serving as a vessel could unleash even greater divine power!
That was why Kong An had said he was lonely.
He had risen from Chief Seat to Sinpo, moved from New Black City Monastery, where everything still needed building, to the old monastery, where everything was complete and without the slightest flaw.