Zhu Haomiao's will detached from his body, followed the path, and despite the barriers of time and space, descended into the most "loyal" believer's body.
On the other side, in a brightly lit, luxurious and elegant banquet hall, Wilson suddenly opened his eyes, slightly raised his gaze, and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a half-smile.
No wonder...
Wilson would be so afraid as to pray for my blessing...
Gazing momentarily at the pure gold eyes emitting a faint Holy Light, "Wilson" smiled slightly, calmly shifted his gaze, and looked at the handsome white man with a pipe nearby.
"Mr. Sherlock, I didn't quite understand your question."
Meeting those deep and dark eyes, Sherlock Worth inexplicably trembled with the hand holding the pipe, subconsciously lowering his gaze, not daring to meet them directly.
The beautiful girl beside him squinted her eyes even more, staring curiously at Wilson's face.
