Black stared blankly at Motan, with his little mouth slightly open yet unable to utter a single word. It wasn't that this exceptionally mature-minded and altogether clever Sun Saint Son couldn't perceive the implied meaning in the other's words; it's just that he really lacked the experience to discuss such topics with others...
In fact, as the highly esteemed Sun Saint Son, Black practically never encountered someone like the 'Black Vatican Priest' beside him, who could openly chat with him, without feeling any reservation.
It's not that Daylight Black is without friends. In reality, if viewed from an objective perspective, his friends were plentiful in both 'quality' and 'quantity,' including those who could 'connect' with him in the conventional sense. Yet, none among them gave him the same casual but not unpleasant feeling as Motan.
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
