"I'm so heartbroken, Captain Ned!"
Under Yi Dong's stunned gaze, the young priest who looked every bit like Motan sighed heavily, his expression exaggeratedly dramatic, and started complaining quite cooperably.
This isn't scientific!
This isn't magic!
This isn't reality!
Yi Dong, the person who indirectly created this 'Ghost Realm,' was dumbfounded. Although everything up to that point had not yet escaped his control, he temporarily froze when he saw his old friend appear, completely unable to comprehend what was happening in front of him.
But after all, this was just a 'temporary' freeze. Yi Dong quickly forced himself back to clarity, trying to demand an explanation through the 'intuition' that had been rather lively since just now. With the aid of [Soul Vision], he focused his gaze on his friend A, who was also focusing on the 'Black Vatican Priest', and indeed noticed something.
To put it simply...
