At this moment, Qi Xinzhu had arrived at the top of the central bell tower of the Church.
Since the Alliance mandated that no other buildings could surpass this height, this place was the tallest point of the entire Church, and even the entire Inner Ring.
Qi Xinzhu pressed her palms together, making the same gesture Pope Fan Zhen had made before, and then called out quietly, "Teacher!"
On the other side, Fan Zhen, who was resting in the small wooden cabin, opened his eyes again, his wrinkled face now full of smiles. However, his entire demeanor seemed somewhat sinister and frightening. This feeling of regained success made the 200-year-old man somewhat excited and lose his composure.
