"Yes!"
The circular steel cavern was filled with a sea of heads, each one surrounding the central stage, scattered in the shadows, their faces almost indiscernible.
Yet, at that moment, every person had their hands clasped together, eyes closed, heads bowed, earnestly praying.
Atop the stage stood the silhouettes of a young man and woman.
Kuang Xin looked with some curiosity at the so-called "Holy Maiden" opposite him, only to discover that this girl, who had wrapped her entire body in clothing with only her face exposed, exuded a faint, strange odor.
It was somewhat like the scent of sweat after it has evaporated, but not intense.
The girl's eyes were lively, and she too seemed to be curiously sizing up Kuang Xin in front of her.
But the atmosphere was so silent and oppressive that neither dared to make a sound.
