Su Ming'an walked into the church.
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, reflecting on the walls etched with ancient legends. Dust floated in the air like fireflies, clear and sparkling. He saw a dozen young female students sitting on the benches, engrossed in their reading, their voices resonating.
The female students were initially wary of the stranger, but upon seeing Su Ming'an's face, they quickly relaxed.
"Wensheng, you're here to see the Godfather again today?" A female student with a ponytail stood up: "He's inside."
"Yes." Su Ming'an nodded.
"Wensheng brother, the talisman you taught me before, there are still some parts I don't understand. Could you guide me again?" Another short-haired female student asked. A name tag hung around her neck, which read "Jiang Xiaosan."
