This sensation was very peculiar, as if an extra star had appeared in the sky of the sea of consciousness. Then, under the guidance of some mysterious power, two more stars emerged in the sky.
"Alright then, even though I don't think much of this power, I don't like making a trip for nothing. Goodbye, Priest. You haven't truly died, which I suppose is a good thing. But don't go any further." Wen Xishu said.
The Priest nodded in terror, not at all like a mission boss.
He was more like a servant of Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu had indulged in his pleasure of using borrowed authority. He remembered someone who, while watching TV at home, would tell everyone that he had personally listened to a leader's speech.
Watching a football match, when the camera focused on a certain star player, he would say that he had once locked eyes with that player without exchanging words, just a mutual gaze.
