Before the Pastor could ask, the old man with the drooping mustache volunteered an account of what had happened. "About half an hour after you left the Church, two young men came by and said they wanted to take a look after seeing the flyers. We thought they had the makings of believers, so we brought them inside. Who knew they would suddenly start smashing the Sculptures and knock us both unconscious?"
"Luckily, A Shui showed up in time to save us. Otherwise, those two young men might have killed us," the balding old man picked up the story. Pointing at Zhao Xun, who stood behind the crowd, he continued, "He said the Lord guided him back here to save us."
Everyone turned to look at Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun gave them a warm smile and nodded. "Yes. I felt the Lord's guidance, so I ran back from the square."
"No wonder you were gone when I went looking for you after my performance," John muttered. "I thought you'd run off somewhere to slack off because you didn't want to hand out flyers."
The others all made the customary prayer gesture, expressing their gratitude to the Lord. Although Zhao Xun had saved the men, they saw everything as the Lord's command, so the Lord was the one they should thank.
"Then why have the Sculptures disappeared?" the Pastor asked Zhao Xun. "Was it already like this when you arrived?"
"The Sculptures haven't disappeared." Zhao Xun slowly walked over to the large, misshapen sphere and patted its surface. "This is the finished product after fusing all the Sculptures together."
Silence fell for a moment, followed by a chorus of sharp gasps.
"Have you lost your mind?!" The Pastor's eyes widened in fury. "How dare you commit such an outrageous act of