Inside the church.
Throngs of believers of the Heavenly Lord religion knelt in devout prayer.
Jiang Yang alone stood in the center of the church without kneeling.
His golden eyes shone, forming a stark contrast with the devout worshippers.
Just as he was studying the statues of Jesus and the six Seraphim.
A white-haired old man approached Jiang Yang, dressed in a white robe, the attire of a priest.
A faint supernatural aura emanated from him, with the power of light swirling around him.
The old priest stood beside Jiang Yang, gazing with him at the statue of Jesus Christ. Only after a while did he smile gently and say.
"I heard that the golden-eyed knight won great renown along the road from the east, eventually arriving in our Holy City. Now that you behold our merciful and holy Lord, have you felt your soul cleansed?"
Beneath the sunlight.
The statue of Jesus Christ shone with still greater radiance.
Wave after wave of believers bowed devoutly, then made the sign of the cross to show their steadfast faith.
Beside them.
At these words, the corners of Jiang Yang's mouth lifted. With nostalgia and emotion, he looked past the statue of Jesus Christ toward the beautiful female angel statue at his side and said with a smile.
"You are quite right, Father. My soul has indeed been cleansed. But that was because I remembered Gabriel's tears."
"Gabriel the Seraphim? When did she ever shed tears? Is there some story behind this that I don't know?"
Puzzlement arose in the old priest's heart. He followed Jiang Yang's gaze toward Gabriel the Seraphim and asked.
"Do you know stories about the archangel Gabriel?"
"Of course. For instance, Gabriel has a younger brother named Lucifer. Do you know this angel?"
Jiang Yang asked with