"I never imagined that one day I would witness such existence, nor did I think I would have such an experience."
Standing in the spacious hall, gazing at the technological style of decoration and architecture, Bishop Carl didn't hide his amazement. He had lived long enough, but it was not until this moment that he realized there were things in this world far exceeding his imagination.
"So you should get out more, instead of nesting in that little place, my child."
Colette sipped her Coke while humming softly.
"I really want to drag those idiots from the Myriad Deaths Society over here and let them see that their so-called ideas are worthless in this universe..."
"Child?"
Fang Zheng glanced at the elderly Bishop Carl, then at Colette, who looked no older than fourteen, and fell into contemplation.
"Mother is not my mother in the true sense, Lord Fang Zheng."
Noticing Fang Zheng's confusion, Bishop Carl chuckled and started to explain.
