Benedict turned and lightly tapped his scepter against the ground, producing a crisp sound.
He introduced the sights as he walked.
"Holy Light City was built by the first Pope himself and has a history of four thousand eight hundred years."
"Every brick and stone has been bathed in holy light and received God's blessing."
He pointed to a massive statue a hundred meters tall beside the road.
The statue depicted an armored hero holding a greatsword.
"This is a statue of the previous Holy Son."
"A thousand years ago, war broke out among the races of the Terra Continent. At the cost of his life, the Holy Son defeated the high-ranking commanders of the multiracial allied army and protected this city!"
Benedict's voice was filled with pride and reverence.
He looked expectantly at the visitors from Great Xia, hoping to see shock and awe on their faces.
Beside He Wuqi, a refined-looking delegation member wearing glasses pushed them up his nose.
He murmured quietly to the companion beside him.
"We collected information on this part of their history before, right?"
"Yes. That Holy Son was seventh order. He held his own against five seventh-order opponents, and in the end, they all died together."
"Good grief. Since our Chief Lin is the current Holy Son, does that mean he'll be this powerful someday too?"
Another delegation member also lowered his voice to reply.
"No idea. They picked their Holy Son from our Great Xia. It always feels like there's a catch."
"Besides, they keep saying there's a god, but their god has never appeared in their history."
He Wuqi coughed softly.
The two immediately shut their mouths.
He Wuqi turned to Benedict and nodded with a smile.
"A truly magnificent work of art."
"The sculptor's skill is remarkable."
Benedict: "..."