The leader of the men in black robes was still trying to persuade the Holy Son of the Church of Justice.
"Before your departure, His Holiness the Pope specifically instructed us to ensure your safety. You are still young and have little experience traveling, making you easily deceived. Especially by beautiful women like these; the more beautiful they are, the more dangerous they are. I hope you will heed my advice and stay away from such women."
"Listen to you? Who do you think you are!"
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice was provoked by the other party's words, his chest heaving.
It's always the same; these people always try to pressure him by threatening him with the title of "His Holiness the Pope."
He is the Holy Son!
He is the reincarnation of that extraordinary figure!
That holy master who founded the Church of Justice and whose fame resounded throughout the world!
Why should we listen to this bullshit Pope?
Why should I listen to subordinates who are outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant?
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice, angered, shoved aside the leading black-robed man blocking his way and walked straight toward the girl.
He has his own judgment and doesn't need others to tell him what to do!
Upon reaching the girl and gazing upon her ethereal beauty, the Holy Son of the Church of Justice felt slightly better.
"May I have your name?"
The girl smiled gently, raised her hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, and her eyes sparkled with endless charm.
" Wang Yao, the 'tiao' in 'graceful and virtuous lady'."
"That's quite a unique name."
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice nodded in approval, and the next second the girl suddenly brought her face close to his.
You also think my name sounds nice?
Seeing this, the fat man facepalmed. Here we go again, the old man is teasing people again.
Moreover, the person in front of us could very well be the reincarnation of our ancestor's beloved, though we don't know for sure.
If so, then he will likely have another ancestor-level figure.
Looking into the girl's eyes, which were brimming with tears, the Holy Son of the Church of Justice felt a sudden, indescribable desire to possess her.
Such stunning beauty is worthy of her status.
At the same time, Wang Yao was also staring into the eyes of the Holy Son of the Church of Justice.
Trying to discern something from just the exposed eyes.
As she looked, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her original smile and allure were gradually masked by a strange glint.
A few seconds later, she took two steps back, creating a slight distance between herself and the other person.
"It really sounds beautiful; it's the most beautiful name I've ever heard."
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice once again affirmed and praised it.
Wang Yao raised an eyebrow slightly, looked around, and noticed signs of a fight everywhere nearby.
Thinking of the roar from the Holy Son of the Church of Justice just now, I couldn't help but ask.
"What happened? Did someone have the audacity to offend you?"
Upon hearing this, the Holy Son of the Church of Justice's expression immediately turned grim.
"Hmph! He's nothing but a stinking rat from the gutter! One day, I, the Holy Son, will tear him to pieces and wipe out his entire family!"
Wang Yao didn't reply, but the light in her eyes deepened.
At this moment, the voice of the leader in black robes rang out again.
"Holy Son, it's getting late. Don't forget our mission: we must bring the Spirit Weapon back."
"You don't need to remind me."
"The Holy Son of the Church of Justice said coldly."
Then, in a gentle tone, he said to Wang Yao, "Come with us. It's too dangerous here, and you'll have someone to look after you on the way."
"I knew you were a good person, that you couldn't bear to see a weak woman like me put herself in danger. Someone as kind-hearted as you must be very handsome. I wonder if I could see what you really look like?"
As Wang Yao spoke, she reached out and touched the mask on the other person's face.
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice took a few steps back. "Sorry, you can't see it now."
"I see. I'm sorry, I was being rude."
Wang Yao's face showed disappointment, along with deep regret.
"Tsk tsk tsk!" the fat man clicked his tongue in amazement.
Thinking to myself, with such acting skills, it would be a waste if our ancestor didn't go into the entertainment industry.
"No, no, no offense intended. It's just that the situation is special right now. Once we're out of the secret realm, you can come with me, and I'll show you."
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice sounded a little flustered and quickly began to explain, afraid of upsetting the girl.
He could tell that the girl liked him a lot; it was probably love at first sight, otherwise she wouldn't have been so clingy to him.
So he decided that once the mission was over, he would take the girl back to the Church of Justice.
"Holy Son, a day has already passed, we really can't delay any longer. By now, the people the Zhou Family arranged should have already obtained the Spirit Weapon," the leading black-robed man couldn't help but remind him again.
"What's the rush? So what if they find the Spirit Weapon before us? We have magical artifacts; we can easily track them down."
The Holy Son of the Church of Justice took out a disc that resembled a compass.
Before Wang Yao could ask, he said in a somewhat boastful tone:
"This magical artifact can detect places rich in spiritual energy, and is generally used to find Qi and Blood Raw Stone and blessed lands. In short, it can sense places with particularly strong spiritual energy nearby, including Spirit Weapon."
Wang Yao sensed the boastfulness in the other person's words, and she played along.
"Really? That sounds amazing!"
Being worshipped by such a beautiful woman greatly satisfied the vanity of the Holy Son of the Church of Justice.
"I'm starting now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Son of the Church of Justice infused a wisp of his life force into it.
The pointer on the disc spun back and forth a few times before stopping.
"Let's go, in this direction."
"Good."
The fat man caught up with Wang Yao and whispered, "Ancestor, I don't think he's that person's reincarnation."
"Oh? You've never even met him, how do you know it's not him?"
"That's right, I haven't met him, but if your description of him was accurate, how could such a god-like figure be reincarnated as someone like this?"
"What kind of behavior is this? Explain yourself clearly."
"This—you didn't notice, did you? Look at his smug tone, the way he's leering at you, and how he loses his composure all the time. His character is even worse than my Brother Fan's. Someone like that, calling himself the reincarnation of the Holy Lord? Brother Fan is more like him."
When the fat man said this, his face was full of admiration for Jiang Fan.
"That guy, what's his name, Fan? Oh, Jiang Fan, what kind of love potion did he give you to make you admire him so much?" Wang Yao asked, puzzled.
These days, she often hears Fatty mention Jiang Fan on the phone. To be precise, in every phone call that lasts an hour, Fatty can talk to her about Jiang Fan for 59 minutes and 59 seconds.
I'm so tired of hearing it.
"It's not like he's drugged me. Brother Fan is genuinely a great person, and he just has that kind of charm and charisma that makes people want to follow him wholeheartedly. You don't understand, but once you have the chance to meet him, you'll see that what I'm saying is true."
"I don't understand? I've seen it all. Back then, he was truly charismatic; wherever he went, everyone admired him."