Early the next morning, the warm sunlight, carrying a hint of warmth, shone between heaven and earth.
Ye Xuan had returned to the Church Court last night. Whatever happened outside, chaos or slaughter, had little to do with him.
Last night, he had met with Archbishop Elhui. Archbishop Elhui relayed to him the last few words entrusted by His Holiness the Pope.
The first sentence: "All people die, there's no need to be sad."
Heh... thought Ye Xuan, he certainly wouldn't be sad! Yes, his eyes were moist only because sand had gotten in them.
The second sentence: "Elhui can be trusted."
Hmph! Did you need to say that? Ye Xuan said in his heart.
The third sentence: "The Church Court, I entrust to you."
Nonsense! Since the old man had promised you to guard the Church Court, he would definitely do so. Ye Xuan sneered inwardly.
Apart from these three sentences, Archbishop Elhui also handed over the Holy Ring and a purple robe, symbols of the Pope, to Ye Xuan.
