The Pastor was a mess of conflicting emotions, his frustration and resentment sending his mind racing.
Even though the outcome was already settled, he had to find some way to keep his position from being undermined.
As if something had suddenly occurred to him, the Pastor settled back onto his knees and began reciting the incomprehensible scripture again.
Everyone fell silent and watched him, unsure what else he intended to do.
Zhao Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, but merely watched in silence without trying to stop him.
Soon, the Pastor asked another question. "Lord, your most devout believer wishes to know whether A Shui's method of fusion is what you desire. If it is, let this Silver Coin land heads up. If it is not, let it land tails up."
With that, he tossed the Silver Coin again.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, the Silver Coin tumbled to the ground, spun a few more times, and finally slowed to reveal its reverse side.
The Pastor's eyes widened, and he immediately moved to stand and confront Zhao Xun.
But before he could act, the Silver Coin turned once more and landed heads up.
There had only been a brief, one-second pause between the two, and no one had touched the Silver Coin. Nor was there enough wind to move it.
Everyone instinctively assumed that the "Lord" had made a slight error when flipping the Silver Coin and had adjusted it.
"See? This is what the Lord instructed A Shui to do." The old man with the bald crown let out a relieved sigh.
Although he trusted Zhao Xun, he had also worried that his judgment might be wrong.
With this proof, he could now speak up for Zhao Xun with even greater confidence.
The Pastor slumped on the floor, his face full