"The Church? What suddenly made you think of that?"
Zhang Chengdao asked, a little puzzled.
"The letter. The one Professor Dumbledore sent me last year mentioned the Church hunting down wizards. Does the Church also have... people like us?"
Zhang Xiao rummaged through his Heaven and Earth Bag for a while, then took out the wooden box again and found the letter.
"Oh, that... yes, I should tell you about it." Zhang Chengdao gauged the time. Deciding it was still early, he simply took out a small tea table and had his son brew some tea.
The copilot and chief flight attendant in the cockpit nearly popped their eyes out. They had already spent quite some time secretly discussing who this mysterious Asian father and son might be.
They had considered every legend and comic they could think of, but watching the pair pull a table and teapot out of "thin air" still shattered their understanding of the world.
Both had begun crossing themselves without exchanging a word.
With a cup of hot tea in each of their hands, Zhang Chengdao blew aside the foam on his, took a blissful sip, and said comfortably:
"The Church does indeed have people like us.
"And at one point, it was very powerful. At least on European soil, it was the strongest."
Puzzled, Zhang Xiao asked:
"But where did their supernatural powers come from?"
Zhang Chengdao asked meaningfully:
"Xiaoxiao, I told you before that ordinary people's faith can sometimes produce unusual phenomena. Of course, the conditions are very exacting. Take the Church's God, for instance. Everyone understands God differently, which makes it difficult for spiritual power to take shape.
"That's also why evil gods all use fear. Fear is very pure, so it's easy to unite believers through it.
"But what if... those