"Hey, why are you following me?"
Li Chen noticed the little girl named Livia following him constantly, and he couldn't help but frown.
Livia intertwined her fingers nervously, her face slightly flushed, and said shyly, "Well, I wanted to say that you're going the wrong way. To get to the Holy City, it's not that direction, it's this way!"
Li Chen looked in the direction Livia was pointing, nodded, and said, "Oh, got it, thank you!"
Hearing Li Chen thank her, Livia was very pleased and kept saying, "You're welcome."
Then, she fluttered her big, bright eyes and boldly asked:
"By the way, are you going to the Holy City to do the same thing as me, to receive the Saint's baptism?"
Li Chen paused for a moment and replied, "Something like that!"
He indeed was going to see the Saint, but not for baptism; instead, he was going to demand something.
If the Saint refused, he might have to spill some of his blood—or even eliminate him.
