The cheers from the crowd felt like mere noise to Xu Xiaoyou.
She stepped onto the platform lift, quickly finding herself inside the room.
In the corner, a man with an ashen face looked at her, said nothing, just nodded:
"Congratulations."
Xu Xiaoyou waved her hand, glancing at the remaining Dissectors in the room.
The Dissectors scratched their heads, as the man understood: "You can leave now."
Once all the Dissectors had left and only she and the man remained, Xu Xiaoyou finally sat down, staring at the man's eyes; white threads littered in eyes like decaying fungi.
"Since mother has chosen..."
"Sorry, not interested." Xu Xiaoyou interrupted directly.
The man was stunned.
Not interested in what??
Wasn't the purpose of your coming here to become the Prophet?
But because of that white-haired little girl, he couldn't cause a scene.
As if he had a mental struggle, he finally tentatively spoke:
"Do you mean to say you don't actually intend to become the Prophet?"
