"Do you also wish to seize the Holy Relics?"
Lin Mu's gaze was indifferent. In his eyes, the Habi Servants, the Saints, and the supreme Rui were all one and the same—mere ants.
Rui bowed with his hands clasped. "As you said, the Holy Relics are a grace from heaven and earth, to be obtained by those who are fated."
Lin Mu nodded. "You are at least sensible. Now, step aside."
"Rui, you…" Praka could not understand why the supreme Rui would act this way.
"However, our Divine Temple has served the Holy Relics for thousands of years," Rui continued. "Thus, I hope that Lin Wudi will be magnanimous enough to leave them with us, fulfilling our pious devotion."
Unlike other Saints who only knew austere cultivation and were ignorant of worldly affairs, Rui was rather eloquent.
"It seems you have witnessed much," Lin Mu said.
