Motan had no idea that not long ago, when he himself stood with his hands behind his back before the sand table in the war room of Sumier's main peak, gazing down at the intricate battlefield before him and quickly deciphering the strategies of Lucius and Ethan, his gaze was exactly the same as that of the Dream Sect's chief priest beside him, who hailed from the Southwestern Continent.
"Relax, young fellow."
Ramollok, as if having anticipated Motan's retort or his current silence, wore a calm and candid expression: "I'm not the kind of person who leaks secrets, so you really don't have to worry about me revealing such matters."
Motan let out a weak laugh, placing his hands behind his head and turning to Ramollok: "So how did you know, Chief Priest Ramollok? You should know that my reviewer credentials don't say 'defeated heretics' Hei Fan on Holy Mountain Sumier.'
"Because I'm a heretic too."
