"I'll be grateful to that Devil? Impossible!" Harriet roared inwardly, "Because of him, they actually want me to return to the Holy City? All my painstaking cultivation—wasn't it just to shine in front of Her Holiness the Saintess? Go back? That's out of the question!"
Archbishop Berkeley was indeed formidable, but he had dedicated his life entirely to the Church, completely oblivious to how powerful emotions between men and women could be—or how much fury they could incite!
Of course, he never imagined that Harriet, who had never once defied him, might disobey his orders!
"Saint Di Anfu." Ling Feng looked at the Bright Saintess, who was following him closely, and asked with some perplexity, "Are you just a mascot in the Church? Or are you really that free?"
Saint Di Anfu almost flared her nostrils in anger. Mascot? Free? She was clearly overwhelmed with responsibilities—how could he say that?
