"God be with us!"
The dozens of cultists looked solemn, their right fists clenched over their hearts as they bowed their heads devoutly and murmured.
An unquenchable fanaticism filled their eyes.
The young man nodded excitedly as well, but the moment he turned around, his expression turned cold again.
"All the Divine Envoy instructed me to do was throw Mobei City into chaos."
"Trying to make me cross the Ink Pavilion and get me killed... you've still got a lot to learn."
Muttering, the young man calmly watched the students gradually leave the city gate, making no move.
Notifications kept sounding from his phone.
"Idiot!"
"Why haven't you acted?"
"Are you trying to defy my orders?"
"I swear you'll die!"
Looking at the text messages popping up one after another on his phone, the young man chuckled, casually tossed it onto the ground, and crushed it underfoot.
"Let me find you... where are you?"
The young man licked his lips in excitement, holding his binoculars and scanning the area.
"Somewhere you can see the city gate and me, with time to send texts..."
"Heh, that doesn't leave many options."
"With that stupid, arrogant personality of yours, you definitely wouldn't be hiding in the shadows, so..."
"Found you, my elusive Divine Attendant."
Not far from the city gate, the owner of a steamed bun shop, a middle-aged man, sat in a corner playing on his phone in apparent boredom, not even bothering to clear the bowls and chopsticks left on some of the tables.
"What an utterly unprofessional disguise."
"Perhaps you'll die before I do."
Casually putting down his binoculars, the young man pointed toward the bun stall and said solemnly, "Once the operation begins, kill the man at the steamed bun shop immediately."
"He is an enemy of God."
"Obstructing