He had speculated that the seal might have loosened or even disappeared due to the passage of time.
There could be other reasons, and I even considered that possibility.
But that thought only lasted a moment, because the most important point is that the Holy Lord is not Spirit Master.
That's not the main point. What made him most certain that his guess was absolutely impossible was something else.
That is, he knew that Jiang Fan came from Fortress No. 31, and he also knew that the Crazy Old Man had taken on a disciple at Fortress No. 31.
While others might not know who the Crazy Old Man's apprentice was, he had already guessed it long ago.
If even a genius like Ye Qizhen doesn't think much of him, then who could it be?
The answer is self-evident.
He knew better than anyone the relationship between the Crazy Old Man and the Holy Lord.
Back then, the Holy Lord would beat up the Crazy Old Man from time to time, and the Crazy Old Man wouldn't even listen to his master, but only obeyed the Holy Lord's discipline.
Given this relationship, how could the Crazy Old Man possibly accept Jiang Fan as his apprentice?
But the Little Turtle's words just now made his previously firm answer suddenly waver.
Could it really be --
Thinking of this, the Pope's gaze toward Jiang Fan became incredibly deep and icy.
In that instant, Jiang Fan suddenly sensed the gaze of death, and that murderous look came from the Pope.
At the same time, he understood why the Pope had suddenly decided to kill him.
It's clearly a misunderstanding.
To avoid being mistakenly killed, he quickly said to the Little Turtle, "I never intended to be compared to your master. It's always been that Wang Family family who's gone mad, insisting that I'm someone's reincarnation. You know I've explained it more than once or twice, I've even worn my lips out, but she just won't believe me. What can I do?"
As he explained, he used a wisp of his Psychic Power to carefully observe the Pope's reaction.
The other person's expression remained largely unchanged throughout, but their dilated pupils showed a slight contraction.
It seems that his words had some effect.
But his murderous intent remained undiminished.
It seems this person is determined to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan's heart suddenly jumped into his throat.
Compared to this person, he was less than an ant, and it was unclear whether his trump card for survival would even be effective.
As for the side effects of using his trump card, he couldn't care less. He could only pray that the Little Turtle would take him away for Wang Yao's sake.
This was his worst-case scenario, he whispered to Little White.
How long until we can teleport again?
Meow~
"Hold on for just one more minute?!"
Upon hearing this answer, Jiang Fan was both delighted and anxious.
The good thing is that it only lasted a minute; the bad thing is how to get through that minute.
Judging from the Pope's demeanor, it seems he's ready to intervene at any moment.
Killing him would take less than a second; it would be as simple as lifting a hand.
Despite feeling utterly hopeless, Jiang Fan showed no intention of giving up.
"If I join your Church of Justice, what benefits can you offer me?"
Looking at the boy's face, which still retained some of its childishness, the Pope pictured a face as handsome as a god in his mind.
Gradually, the face became clearer and clearer, and soon the image of that elegant young man in white appeared in my mind.
My memories were suddenly pulled back to when I was very young.
That day, he went to the mountain to herd cattle as usual, but the originally sunny weather suddenly turned bad, with dark clouds and strong winds.
The wind blew so hard that his small, thin body almost flew away several times.
Knowing he couldn't continue herding cattle, he planned to hurry home.
Before he could even lead the ox down the mountain, it suddenly started hailing.
The hailstones, as big as fists, pelted him, leaving his head bleeding. He no longer cared about the old ox and hurriedly sought shelter from the hail.
I don't know how much time passed, but the hail finally stopped, but the old ox was crushed to death.
The family was very poor at the time, and the old ox, as the family's draft animal, was arguably the most important asset. When his stepfather found out, he wanted to beat him to death.
His biological mother, meanwhile, hid far away, holding her newborn brother.
God knows how desperate he was at that moment.
Just as he was about to be beaten to death, a figure in white suddenly appeared before his eyes, gently flicked his sleeve, and his stepfather was sent flying.
Upon seeing the white-robed gentleman's face, he swore he had never seen such a handsome person in his entire life.
He weakly propped himself up, staring at the other person with swollen eyes of one large and one small, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you... are you a deity?"
The immortal young master smiled, his voice gentle and warm, "Little one, would you like to come with me?"
At that moment, he cried, cried loudly, and cried all the way as he followed the immortal prince.
He didn't know how long he cried or how many tears he shed; he only knew that he eventually cried himself to sleep.
Later, he followed the Immortal Prince in cultivation and together they founded the Church of Justice.
She just didn't know when it started, but she began to feel resistant to this divine young master who had saved her from dire straits.
Perhaps it's the resistance to always having to look up to the other person no matter how hard one tries, and always feeling suffocated by their pressure.
Perhaps the other party said that he had limited talent and needed to solidify his foundation and cultivate diligently in order to go further, but he disagreed and took a shortcut by practicing evil arts, which led to his severe criticism.
Perhaps he felt that the doctrines of the Church of Justice were utterly wrong: the strong should look down upon the weak, and the weak should naturally grovel at the feet of the strong. Why should the strong protect the weak? Aren't the weak born to serve the strong?
Or perhaps it was because he grew up and followed the other person, that wherever he went, he was overshadowed by the other person's dazzling brilliance, and he felt like a rat in the dark and damp.
Or perhaps it's for other reasons; in short, it's the psychological resistance that arises after one event after another.
This is the Pope's own summary.
The root cause is actually very simple, just two words: jealousy.
Of course, he didn't want to admit it, he would rather die than admit it.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and the past seems to vanish in an instant.
After regaining his composure, the Pope's gaze toward Jiang Fan became increasingly filled with killing intent.
Just that one glance was enough to give Jiang Fan the illusion that he was falling into an abyss of hell.
The next second, he heard the Pope speak slowly.
I've changed my mind.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat.
"So you still want to kill me after all."
"You do not truly wish to join my faith. Keeping you alive will only make you a great threat to our faith in the future. In that case, it would be better to kill you and save ourselves the trouble," the Pope said coldly.
Jiang Fan: "I'm afraid that's not the real reason, is it? Actually, I know even if you don't say it. You killed me simply because you were worried that I was the reincarnation of that person. Even if there's only a one in a trillion chance, you don't want to miss it, and you dare not gamble."
So indeed,
You! Are! Going! To! Kill! Your! Lord!
Jiang Fan spoke the last four words louder, gathering his strength Psychic Power to carry them as far as possible.