Aferona and Gregory stood up, while Hurd remained kneeling on the ground.

"Lord, please allow me to offer you my humble vow!"

Li Changzhou accepted his oath.

"You two, go and gather the men now. In three hours, come with me to the Monreale Cathedral."

"Yes!" Aferona and Hed responded simultaneously, glancing at each other as if they were rivals.

To prove themselves, the two made arrangements quickly.

Besides their own people, they also set their sights on Calvino's influence.

Heard had an initiation ceremony, bringing his men to the gang's door and directly "forcing confessions," making it very easy to subdue them.

Aferona used to be inferior to her opponent in recruiting people, but now with Torture, plus Calvino's men, most of whom had suffered from Torture before, they immediately bowed down when they saw Aferona use the same skill.

Both sides were eager to surpass the other and prove that they were the most loyal believers of the Lord.

Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, and Li Qianxia return to the Honey Pot World.

The sun shines brightly, the trees are lush and green, butterflies flutter about, and the air carries the faint scent of grass.

"It's your turn," Li Changzhou said, looking at them.

Li Qianxia was still a little scared.

"I'll do it." Yang Qinglan stepped forward and took out an identity card with the skills she wanted listed on it.

Li Changzhou stared at her, and Yang Qinglan smiled at him.

The black mist reached out its "hand".

Yang Qinglan's body began to tremble, and she felt dizzy. She saw something she couldn't look at directly. It wasn't a "master" at all, but evil, an evil god, and an abyss.

Just as I was teetering on the brink of collapse, feeling as if my whole body was about to be turned inside out, my hand was suddenly grabbed tightly.

She took deep breaths as if drowning, and saw Li Changzhou holding her hand tightly.

Visibility cleared, and the black mist still stood there, still mysterious, but no longer 'unbearable to look at'. Slowly, the black mist faded away and disappeared from sight.

Yang Qinglan's emotions finally began to slowly 'come alive'. She looked at Li Changzhou and gave him a comforting smile.

"It's a success." Her voice was a little hoarse.

Li Changzhou tightened his grip on her hand, staring intently at her.

Yang Qinglan realized that success or failure was secondary, even irrelevant, at this moment.

"I'm fine," she said softly.

"It's good that you're alright." Li Changzhou let go of her hand, his tightly pursed lips relaxed, and he smiled.