The fight was between the Dongxuan faction, and Baiyun City was just bustling with activity.
Because Wen Yun and Ye Shubai are going to become Taoist couple.
At this moment, all the shops and courtyards in Baiyun City are hung with exquisite and gorgeous decorations. Baiyun City does not have many rules like other large families and sects. When there are happy events, they are decorated according to the customs of their respective families.
At this moment, every house has posted big red "囍" characters or hung green leaf wreaths on its doors and windows. Non-human tribes such as the Winged Tribe even decorate every corner of their magic weapon shop with colorful feathers...
The Qingliu Sword Sect's mountain gate served as the main venue for the wedding and was filled with old acquaintances from the world of cultivation.
The ancestors of the Wan family and the head of the Yu family came here through Wen Yun's teleportation array. The Tianyin Temple of Buddhism also sent people to congratulate them. As for the disciples of this sect, they all arrived.
A hundred years is just a blink of an eye for Wen Yun and others, but for cultivators with low cultivation, it is a lifetime.
A lot of unfamiliar faces also appeared in the familiar sect, all of them were young descendants.
Both of Shen Xinghai's disciples have grown beards now, and even the group of new kids who had joined the Peak earlier have grown up. This group of young swordsmen are now leading some young boys and girls in a proper manner, and they have actually become masters.
Zhu Erchong, who had delivered the last jar of wedding wine, was talking to Bao Pilong while carefully smoothing out the bright red cut flowers inside the mountain gate. He drew his sword and taught the three little disciples behind him a lesson: "If you mess with me again, I will beat you up!"
The young swordsman stuck out his tongue, fearlessly snatched a handful of wedding candy, and ran away making a fuss.
Looking at these young sword cultivators coming and going, Zhu Erchong, who was used to being a grandson in the upper realm, sighed: "Time really is so merciful. In the blink of an eye, I am actually being called Grandmaster!"
Bao Pilong also grabbed a handful of candy and threw it into his mouth, saying, "Isn't it good to be promoted to a higher level? At least it sounds good!"
Zhu Erchong sighed with a bitter face: "I am actually worried about my age. I feel uncomfortable when I think of the word ancestor."
Why are you upset? It's because Wen Yun's current generation is too high!
Now, of the two ancestors of the sect, Master Su Yuan is the most important one, and the other one is Ye Shubai. Currently, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai have become a Taoist couple...
Zhu Erchong felt upset: "Before, I could call her Junior Sister just because of our friendship, but how can I call her that now? Is Mo Xincheng really going to change his name to Grandmaster Wen?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Xinghai, who had been quietly wrapping wedding candies, twitched his eyelids and his face turned darker.
Bao Pilong said silently: "Why are you so anxious? The three people at the top of the mountain are not anxious at all."
Yes.
They are the real disciples, so they should call her Master's Wife! Master just sounds old, but Master's Wife is more exciting!
Other people's pain is one's own happiness. Thinking of the pain of Yue Xingzhou and the other two, Zhu Erchong suddenly felt refreshed and continued to happily arrange the wedding decorations.
The three people who were arranging the seats for the guests in the distance naturally heard it and looked over here silently, but they didn't have the energy to deal with those two idiots.
"I never thought that Master would actually attack my junior sister." Yue Xingzhou's face was full of confusion.
The two junior students drank their tea silently to calm down: "How would you know? You don't know how many times you have made trouble when you were drunk."
Bai Yushan usually loves to talk too much, but this time he sighed and muttered for the first time: "Just like Zhu Erchong said, after we become Taoist companions, we have to call her Junior Sister Wen... Junior Sister Wen. I really can't say it out loud."
At this moment, Xu Wanfeng narrowed her peach blossom eyes, fanned herself and said calmly, "Who said we should change our words?"
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, the second brother offered a good plan -
"We are Junior Sister Wen's family, why do we need to change our words? If anyone needs to change their words, it should be Master..."
By the way, if the title is changed according to the rules of Wen Yun’s family, then she must be called Master’s Wife. However, Ye Shubai would probably have three more brothers-in-law.
Even though he was extremely bold, Xu Wanfeng still didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.
Upon hearing these miraculous words, Zhu Erchong, who was eavesdropping nearby, was shocked.
"Good fellow, they are only saying these things because their master has a good temper. If it were my master with that bad temper, I'm afraid my legs would be broken!"
Just as he finished speaking, a long-lost voice came from behind him: "Who are you saying has a bad temper?"
Zhu Erchong felt a chill on his back, but he hadn't been beaten for a hundred years, so his movements of escaping had become unfamiliar, and he was caught red-handed when he was not paying attention.
"Master, when did you come?" Zhu Erchong forced a smile, trying to get away with it: "I miss you so much!"
The Second Peak Master had a gloomy expression on his face, and said sullenly, "I heard from your Junior Brother Bao that you often miss the feeling of being beaten by me?"
Zhu Erchong was shocked. He thought that was just drunken talk about missing his relatives and friends. He would not tolerate being beaten if he really did.
But it was too late, his master had already rolled up his sleeves neatly.
That day, the disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect heard the long-lost screams again.
The wedding of Wen Yun and Ye Shubai was naturally different from ordinary weddings. Originally, they only needed to exchange a wisp of soul to form a bond, but with so many guests coming to congratulate them, it became a happy event for the entire Yunhai world.
It took the Wing Clan more than half a year to finish Wen Yun's dress. They used the finest cloud silk, and Shen Xinghai rode a cloud beast on it while searching for it in the depths of the sea of clouds for a long time before he found it.
This bright red dress is as light as a floating cloud. When she walks, it seems as if a bright red brocade cloud is hanging at her feet, like a dream.
The accessories she wore in her black robe were made by Wanbao Pavilion. Originally, Ye Shubai wanted to design them himself, but after spending half a month drawing the pictures and sending them to Wanbao Pavilion, the ancestor of the Wan family tactfully said that he was too careful and lost the manuscript. In the end, Master Qinghong had to draw the pictures.
For Wen Yun's jewelry, the little fire dragon generously opened its dragon cave for the first time to allow the craftsmen to choose. Although it could not identify the function of gemstones, its eyes were extremely sharp. The various gemstones in it were definitely the most beautiful in the world in terms of color and shape.
Senior Sister Meng Ran carefully dressed her up, and looking at the radiant figure in the water mirror, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Although I know that Junior Sister is pretty, I am used to seeing you in plain clothes on weekdays. You look so eye-catching after you have dressed up a little today. I am afraid that people will look away later."
She and the little fire dragon held Wen Yun on each side and walked with her out.
The moment you push open the door, what you see is a luxurious dark red.
Ye Shubai, who usually wore a white shirt, was now standing quietly at the door. The red color made his complexion look even whiter and smoother like jade. His cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to be newly outlined with thick ink and paint, making him look more and more handsome and imposing.
The moment they looked at each other, they were both stunned.
Wen Yun wanted to say something lighthearted to ease the atmosphere, but she was also very nervous, so she could only say dryly, "What a coincidence, you are wearing red today too?"
Ye Shubai was silent for a while, then nodded seriously and replied, "Yeah, what a coincidence."
Wen Yun felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but he was reluctant to look away. After all, Ye Shubai was too handsome today, and it would be a pity to look at him any longer.
She asked, "Why are your lips so red? Did you put on lip balm?"
Ye Shubai replied: "No."
"I don't believe it, can you wipe it with your hand?"
Ye Shubai really wiped his lips with his fingertips obediently, and stretched out his clean hand for Wen Yun to examine.
Are you two three-year-olds in love
"Puff!" Senior Sister Meng Ran, who witnessed this extremely embarrassing scene, couldn't help but make a sound.
She carefully placed Wen Yun's hand into Ye Shubai's and said reluctantly, "Okay, after we conclude the contract, come back and hide in bed to chat slowly. Don't just stand here like an idiot."
Ye Shubai curled the corners of his lips, held Wen Yun's hand tightly, and walked hand in hand with her towards the main hall of Qingliu Sword Sect.
The road from the peak to the main hall was already full of people. Most of them were young new disciples. Although they had never met the two sect ancestors, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, they had grown up listening to their stories. When they saw the heavenly couple approaching, they followed them excitedly and nervously.
The formation of Chuixue Island made the entire Qingliu Sword Sect particularly gorgeous. The music practitioners of the Yu family played the harp and the flute. In this extremely solemn and cheerful atmosphere, Ye Shubai and Wen Yun walked into the main hall.
The only elder, Su Yuan Zhenren, naturally became the master of ceremonies. Today, he was dressed very neatly in an elegant and luxurious dress, unlike his usual lazy and sloppy look. He vaguely revealed the temperament of a master, which made the younger generation of sword practitioners fascinated.
However, the monks who passed by the hall were sitting in a strange way.
According to the rules of the cultivation world, at a wedding, guests sit on both sides, with guests from the groom's family on the left and guests from the bride's family on the right.
It was normal for Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai to sit on the right. After all, they had always been closer to Wen Yun, so it was okay for them to be her in-laws.
But what on earth did the three disciples of Master Xiaofeng want to do by sitting in the seats with their mother’s family
Qian Lishen snorted and looked at the three people with great disdain: "Why are you three sitting here? Hurry over."
Xu Wanfeng took out his fan and swung it away, half covering his face and said leisurely: "No matter how you look at it, the three of us brothers are more of Sister Wen's family than Fellow Daoist Qian, right? How come you can sit here, but we are not able to do it?"
When Qian Lishen was mentioned, he felt so angry that his teeth itched.
According to the rules of monks, even if they are from the same sect, if they are monks of the same generation and have a good relationship, they can still call each other senior brothers and junior sisters.
But Wen Yun was such a hateful girl. Even Jiang Si could get a nice call from her as "Senior Brother Jiang", but when it came to Qian Lishen, she only called him a cold and indifferent "Fellow Daoist Qian".
Qian Lishen rolled his eyes and spoke politely: "Why, do you really want to be your master's brother-in-law?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Bai Yushan felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. After Ye Shubai entered the hall, he felt even more at ease.
He whispered to Xu Wanfeng: "Second Brother, will we be expelled by Master?"
Xu Wanfeng paused in fanning himself and replied in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay. Junior Sister Wen will definitely speak up for us."
Bai Yushan thought about it and thought, yes, that's right, Junior Sister Wen has always been the most gentle and kind person, and if they acted a little naughty this time, I think something bad will happen.
Ye Shubai, the palace master, didn't even look at the three disciples. He just glanced at Wen Yun beside him, with a hint of sadness in his eyebrows and eyes.
Amid the melodious music, the two of them leaned forward and bowed toward the sky. Then they exchanged a wisp of their soul and put it into the contract. The ceremony was completed.
The two of them drank together with the guests who came to attend the wedding, and congratulatory speeches were either simple and direct or eloquent.
Wen Yun drank one cup after another quietly. Due to her high level of cultivation and the strong taste of the wine like that brewed by Senior Sister Meng Ran, she only looked slightly tipsy and did not show any signs of being drunk.
It was finally the turn of the senior brothers to come and toast.
It was interesting, all the masters called him "Master Wen" obediently and respectfully, but when it came to the turn of this group of young sword cultivators...
Zhu Erchong was quite emotional: "Junior Sister Wen, I remember when I first met you, you were just a little girl in your teens, and now you're getting married. As a senior brother, I really miss you!"
Wen Yun cried and said, "I am married again, and I still live in the old peak as before. Brother Zhu, if you want to come and have a drink and eat meat with me, you can come anytime. What's the point of giving it up?"
"Ah, anyway, the senior brother has to sacrifice his junior sister!"
Zhu Erchong was very arrogant. He secretly glanced at his master while calling him "Junior Sister Wen" affectionately. He only shut up contentedly after the head of the Second Peak turned blue in the face.
I let you hit me, your Grandmaster Wen is my Junior Sister Wen, just to make you angry!
Then it was the turn of Yue Xingzhou and his two companions.
Led by Yue Xingzhou, they toasted and said congratulatory speeches in a very polite manner. They were not as bold as Zhu Erchong to tease their master, but they still respectfully called him "Master".
However, when he was paying tribute to Wen Yun, he still called her "Junior Sister Wen".
Ye Shubai glanced at his three disciples indifferently, with an unfathomable look in his eyes.
Wen Yun glanced at Ye Shubai's expression, pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, turned to the three brothers, and said seriously: "You called the wrong name."
After a pause, he added slowly: "You should call me Master's Wife."
"… "
Seeing the three instantly stiffened faces, Wen Yun, who heard the title of "Master's Wife" as he wished, left the happy scene with satisfaction.
Bai Yushan was holding a wine cup in his hand, looking distraught: "Wasn't it said that Junior Sister Wen was the most gentle and considerate?"
Xu Wanfeng covered his chest and said, "I thought Junior Sister Wen was the only conscience in our sect, but who knew that she was the darkest person?"
Sister Meng Ran, who witnessed all this, was silent. She just picked up the pen and wrote another line of small characters leisurely -
"Conscience will only affect the speed at which she draws her sword."
The banquet will last for half a month. In addition to relatives and friends, there are many more guests who want to make friends with Baiyun City. After all, the strength of the Taoist couple Wen Yun and Ye Shubai is truly amazing, comparable to a powerful person in the fairyland.
However, after the grand ceremony, all matters concerning these people fell on the head of Master Su Yuan.
At the beginning, the old swordsman was quite proud, but later he began to fend off the enthusiasm of these people and immediately chased to the top of the mountain.
The two people who should have been the busiest were now sitting under the white plum tree, one drinking tea, the other drinking wine, and playing Go together, looking so leisurely and comfortable.
"Those people outside are here for you, but you two are running here to hide away!" Master Su Yuan looked at the two juniors with a look of hatred, especially staring at Ye Shubai: "Young man Ye, you are the leader of a sect!"
Ye Shubai poured a cup of tea for Su Yuanzhenren and handed it to him, then he said calmly: "I am the head of the sect."
"What nonsense are you talking about, who are you..."
The voice of Suyuan Zhenren came to an abrupt end.
He wanted to come.
The founder of the Qingliu Sword Sect was a member of the Liu family, so the position of the head of the sect had always been taken over by the descendants of the Liu family. So when Ye Shubai took over the position of the head of the sect, he promised Liu Luoyin that he would return the head of the sect token when she reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Ye Shubai is a real man who always keeps his word. After hearing that Liu Luoyin had formed a Nascent Soul, he really returned the token.
So the current leader is really him!
Master Su Yuan was speechless for a moment and was pushed out by Wen Yun in a daze.
Finally sending the people away, Wen Yun pulled the corner of Ye Shubai's clothes and said, "We have been busy for hundreds of years, and we still have to worry about the affairs of the sect and Baiyun City every day. It's too pitiful."
Ye Shubai reached out and touched the top of her head, and said gently: "I know, that's why I haven't asked you to get up early these few days."
Wen Yun threw a chess piece into his arms, her cheeks flushed: "You know why you called me to get up early!"
The man opposite pursed his lips but remained silent.
Wen Yun continued to throw chess pieces into his arms, saying as she threw them away: "There is a custom in my hometown that newlyweds have to go out and play together for a month, which is called a honeymoon."
She kept glancing at Ye Shubai, who was confused and didn't understand her hint.
Ye Shubai packed up the chess pieces and asked in a good-tempered manner, "Where do you want to go for fun? Back to the world of cultivation?"
"Okay, if we go back to the cultivation world, Senior Su Yuan will definitely bother us again. Come on, I'll take you to a fun place."
Wen Yun clapped his hands and called out to the little fire dragon in the distance: "Xiao Hong, stop eating. Let's take Xiao Bai home!"
She decided to take Ye Shubai to the magic world to broaden his horizons!
Upon hearing that Wen Yun was going to return to the magic world, Ye Shubai was delighted and looked forward to it.
According to him, the magic world that could produce a genius like Wen Yun must be a powerful world that should not be underestimated.
Wen Yun: "... You don't have to think so. In terms of strength, the magic world is probably not as strong as the cultivation world. I'm actually the only one who can fight."
Charmander was convinced and immediately retorted: "And me!"
Now that you have decided to escape to the magical world, preparation before leaving is essential.
"To be honest, I was so busy practicing magic and escaping in the wizarding world that I didn't really travel around. I don't really know much about their customs. I just know that I have to bring the Philosopher's Stone as currency..."
As soon as Wen Yun finished speaking, the little fire dragon raised its little paw actively again: "I know!"
All right, since Charmander wanted to show off his erudition, Wen Yun didn't stop him: "Then tell me what you want to bring."
"First of all, I have to disguise myself!" The little fire dragon rubbed his little paws, took out a feather pen from somewhere, and began to write on the paper with a serious face.
"People in the magic world are jealous of people with black eyes and black lips. They think it's a sign of a corrupt dark magician. In order to wander around the city openly, we have to prepare a magic weapon that can change the color of our lips and eyes. You can find it in the magic weapon shop of Yiren. Of course, if you two want to join the Dark Church for fun, that's fine too."
Wen Yun nodded: "That makes sense."
The encouraged Charmander continued to list the next two items: "Also, the costumes in the magical world are completely different from the style you wear now. We have to prepare clothes in advance."
Wen Yun: "Continue."
The little fire dragon quickly swung its tail: "Besides, I am a very noble dragon in the magic world. I need to be decorated with sufficiently gorgeous gems to match my status..."
Wen Yun turned around coldly, intending to listen to the rest.
She pulled Ye Shubai beside her and said, "Let's go, Xiaobai. Let's go find someone to make a mage robe."
On a sunny morning, Sunset City, the largest capital of the magic world, welcomed two new faces.
Wen Yun was wearing a white magician's robe. The hood covered most of her face, leaving only her delicate chin and lips exposed.
She turned her head to look at Ye Shubai, who was dressed very similarly to her.
However, since it was also white, and this wide wizard robe was completely different from the sword cultivator's attire, Ye Shubai felt a little more comfortable walking in it, especially when he was holding the phoenix wood sword. He looked quite human among the people passing by, like both a swordsman and a magician.
Some people nearby also noticed his strange behavior and frequently cast their glances over here, but they were just ordinary people, and both swordsmen and magicians were easily provoked, so naturally they did not dare to discuss anything in private.
The two of them successfully found a place to stay in the city, which was a hotel with exquisite decoration.
However, after seeing the maid's appearance, Wen Yun was stunned for a moment.
As far as I can remember, most people in the magic world have blond hair and blue eyes, or red or brown hair, but black is very rare.
However, although this maid still had the exotic face with deep eyes and high nose, she now had long black hair.
The maid noticed that Wen Yun was looking at her, so she asked with a smile: "Dear guest, do you need anything else?"
Just as she was asking the question, the door of the guest room opposite Wen Yun and Ye Shubai opened.
A man and a woman walked out from the room. Not only were they black-haired and had a pair of black eyes, but their facial features made them look like natives of the magical world.
Wen Yun took a breath of cold air: "Their heads..."
The maid reacted immediately, took a look at the golden hair sticking out from Wen Yun's hood, and said in a low voice: "Are you asking where I can buy hair dye? We have it for sale in our store. It is made by a master and can last for half a year! If you need it, it only costs two silver coins."
Of course she didn't need to, she was originally black.
Wen Yun suppressed his doubts and finally managed to hold back his words after closing the door: "It's only been a few hundred years. Could it be that racial discrimination has become prevalent in the magic world?"
And judging from the looks of it, hair styling is becoming popular
The little fire dragon also muttered to himself: "Yeah, I remember that when you showed up, those people were as excited as dogs biting meat bones."
Ye Shubai took off his hood, stood by the window and looked at the busy streets outside, and whispered: "In fact, I saw several black people on the street just now. And you said before that white robes are the most common attire for magicians?"
Wen Yun nodded: "Yes, because the greatest power in the magic world is the Church of Light. In their religion, white represents light and salvation, and black represents darkness and corruption."
Charmander scratched his head with his tail and asked a long-standing question: "Then why did you wear black before? You didn't plan to join the Dark Church."
It thought that Wen Yun was deliberately going against the Church of Light.
Wen Yun glanced at the little fire dragon, and he really didn't have the nerve to say that it was because black was more resistant to dirt than white, so he could only make up a lie: "Because white is too conspicuous, it is easier to be discovered by the people chasing us."
Charmander suddenly understood.
Ye Shubai interrupted their chat and said, "I saw several people in black robes on the road just now."
Wen Yun leaned over the window and took a closer look. Sure enough, the two magic apprentices who appeared on the street were both wearing black robes and, of course, their hair was also black.
She had a terrible guess in her mind—
"Is the magic world now ruled by the Dark Church?"
Be it the Church of Light or the Church of Darkness, they are irrelevant to Wen Yun. Anyway, she knows that the so-called God of Light and God of Darkness are just deceiving believers, and she has no intention of believing in either one.
She was just a little curious. When she was still in the magic world, the Church of Light had ruled for thousands of years, and their followers were almost all over the continent. The Church of Darkness was suppressed and could only spread its religion in remote towns. It was often surrounded and hunted by the bishops of the Church of Light and their knights, just like a little rabbit being hunted.
This rabbit is now inspiring to fight back? !
With the mentality of just watching the show, Wen Yun decided to take his Taoist partner and son to watch.
"If the Church of Light has really fallen, then their cathedral must have been occupied!"
The little fire dragon flew in the sky with great interest, carrying Wen Yun and Ye Shubai towards the Temple of Light. It had often dozed off on the roof of the church to bask in the sun, and now it had skillfully found the most hidden corner.
Seeing the stone brick that he had laid on and made extremely smooth, the little fire dragon wiped the dust off it and felt relieved: "Fortunately, fortunately, my bed is still there."
It carefully peeled away the stone brick, pointed at the small gap, and proudly introduced it to Wen Yun and Ye Shubai: "We can see the main hall of the Church of Light from here. It has a panoramic view! Back then, I could even see the Church of Light dozing off on a chair!"
However, when he turned around, he found that Wen Yun and Ye Shubai had already concealed their figures with their source power and entered the main hall of the Church of Light openly.
The little fire dragon then realized that these two people were already powerful people in the Ascension Period, so there was no need for them to spy on him secretly, and it...
Forget it, I'll just continue lying on the roof and peek.
The Temple of Light today was no different from the one in Wen Yun's memory, with teams of Templar Knights patrolling on the side, and in the distance ordinary believers still kneeling and praying. Occasionally, some bishops covered in red robes walked out of the temple, all of them were composed, as always with a bit of arrogance and dignity.
Wen Yun muttered to himself: "Doesn't this look like being suppressed by the Dark Church?"
When we arrived at the prayer room at the center of the Temple of Light, we found that only bishops could stand here. At this moment, a group of cardinals were waiting respectfully on the side, and kneeling in front was a young man.
It looks like the Church of Light is the new Pope.
The only difference was that what he wore was not the golden robe worn by successive popes, but a black robe with the emblem of the Church of Light embroidered with gold thread.
The young man's fair and handsome face was full of piety. He placed his hands on his heart and prayed softly.
"Great Goddess of Light, please guide your devout believers in the right direction..."
Wen Yun was a little puzzled when he heard this: "I remember they were talking about the Lord of Light before, when did she become a goddess?"
Ye Shubai asked in a low voice: "Is this the powerful person who is protecting them?"
Wen Yun shook his head and explained in a low voice: "No, their gods are just like the immortals in the world of cultivation, they are all made up to deceive people, but they do not exist in reality. I guess that goddess also believes in the made-up tricks, right?"
Just when he was wondering, the Pope of Light had finished his prayer and looked at the other bishops with a noble and indifferent attitude.
"Are those fallen people in the Dark Church still misleading the people and trying to bring the goddess into their camp?"
The red-robed bishop bowed his head and replied, "Yes, they still haven't given up. They made up lies among the common people, saying that it was the incarnation of the Dark Goddess."
"Shame on you!" The young pope said angrily, "Only our ancestors of the Church of Light have seen the face of the goddess, and we have followed her footsteps for five hundred years. How can the incarnation of light be tainted by darkness?"
He walked down the steps, and the portrait that had just been obscured by his wide black robe now revealed its full appearance.
Ye Shubai's gaze was fixed on it.
It was a fine and lifelike painting. Whether it was the floating clouds, the grass, or the red tower in the distance, every stroke seemed to be infused with soul, as if it were a living thing.
Of course, the black-robed girl in the center is also painted vividly.
She held a strange magic wand in her hand, and the wind lifted her black robe and black long gown, revealing only a small part of her elegant yet cold and arrogant profile.
Looks so familiar.
Is this the scene when she used the law of space to transfer when the people from the Church of Light came to hunt down Wen Yun
So the five hundred years of hunting and killing were actually all crazy believers chasing after God? And the black hair and eyes of those magicians and believers on the street were actually deliberately dyed to look like the so-called "Goddess of Light"
Wen Yun: “…”
Blind worship is unacceptable!