Lyle seemed somewhat reluctant. "Should we simply hand over the fruits of our long and hard efforts to others?"
"On the contrary," the third voice said, "we shall work with this Prophet to nurture our achievements and make them even greater."
"But what if he eventually kicks us out and takes over our nest?" Michel asked.
"Don't worry, the Saints' Guild won't let that happen. He's indeed very powerful, but we have the mighty Twelve Saints! We'll use him to preach, and if he becomes uncontrollable, the Saints will make him sleep forever!"
Chen Gu sneered. Feeling there was no need to listen further, he made a light movement with his psychic tendrils, and the three long-headed people engaged in the secret conversation all fell into a deep slumber.
Chu Zheng was the first to rush in. She disdainfully kicked the three lying on the ground and said, "They sure are ugly."
