Underneath the stone mask was a proclamation so fervent it bordered on madness.
Clearly transmitted into the eardrums of Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.
Amidst the even more fervent, more orderly whispered chants of the hundreds of Celestial Punishment Association members surrounding them, this sound reverberated repeatedly throughout the underground space.
Our God?
Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei almost simultaneously, imperceptibly, slowly turned their heads, their gaze briefly intersecting in the darkness beneath their hoods.
No words needed.
But both of their eyes flickered with confusion.
A God exclusive to them?!
This doesn't seem like some kind of deliberate summoning divine descent ceremony.
Because there is no concept of an exclusive God, even if Fang Qingyu hasn't delved into God's teachings, he knows God's doctrine is broad.
After all, who wouldn't want more believers?
If they claim to have an exclusive God, imagine if their God actually knew.
