Yan Qingxue was taken aback by Luo Yiqiong's serious tone, then raised an eyebrow. Was she underestimating Islai's strength?
The vampires that Islaël worships are equivalent to the gods that Apocalypse worships.
Islael's mysterious vampire abilities are well-known, but no one has ever witnessed the power of the gods in the temple she worships in Apocalypse.
The power of that cannon shot made Apocalypse wary; she didn't believe the temple wouldn't be afraid.
"So you mean our Apocalypse Temple is much more powerful than the mysterious forces on Islael's side? Heh, I'm not trying to boost their morale or diminish our own."
I have never witnessed the power of our divine revelation. I only believe what I see with my own eyes. Whether it works or not, let's show it off first.
If you can't even demonstrate something, how can you convince people?
At least, I haven't seen any temple in our Tianqi that possesses divine power.
The power that Islall used to renovate the Golden City was tangible and verifiable, not just empty words. The white castle and those magnificent buildings were proof of that.
What can our Tianqi Temple possibly do? Take this ancient tree, for example. It's our only treasure, and it's gone? You talk a big game, but why don't you have some foresight, or even a third eye, to see how this treasure disappeared? Where did it go? Was it stolen, or did it grow legs and run away?"
Anle listened with a smile, offering no opinion. He Yusheng remained even quieter; he had no right to interrupt when women were talking.
Xiaoya coughed lightly, signaling her young lady to shut up. She wasn't familiar with this young lady, so why was she acting like she knew her so well and arguing with her?
Bai Naijiong raised an eyebrow, looking at the quick-witted Yan Qingxue, and had to admit that she had indeed hit the nail on the head. If the temple really had the ability, how could it have allowed the ancient tree to disappear inexplicably without being able to find out the reason?
Luo Yiqiong blushed, choked on her words, "This—"
Yan Qingxue raised her smug face and said, "Speechless now? This shows that our temples have a name but no real ability."
“Girl, what you’re saying is really unpleasant to hear. You’re being disrespectful to the gods,” Luo Yiqiong said, pursing her lips as she argued her point.
As the two were talking, a man and a woman wearing straw hats walked into the teahouse. The woman who followed the man in heard their conversation, turned her head and glanced over, her gaze seemingly lingering on Yan Qingxue for a moment.
Feeling the gaze directed at her, Yan Qingxue inexplicably shrank back, sensing that the person's gaze was somewhat cold and sharp.
Although it was through the straw hat, she could feel the tangible chill, an intense, bone-chilling cold.
"Does the woman who came in know me?" Yan Qingxue was puzzled by the gaze. She rubbed her arms, turned her head to look at Xiaoya, and pointed to her own nose.
Xiaoya shook her head in bewilderment: "..."
Yan Qingxue wrinkled her nose and muttered in confusion, "That woman's eyes seem unfriendly. She doesn't know me and is staring at me. Is she sick?"
Yan Qingxue not only felt the unfriendly gaze, but An Le also felt it. She lifted her eyelids to glance at the man and woman who entered the room, and saw that the two of them had shared a table with the guests and were sitting together, listening to everyone talking.
The surrounding chatter was all about the ancient tree.
The two people entered and sat down, ordering only a pot of tea. They didn't say anything, just sat there quietly listening.
This made Anle think more deeply, since the matter concerned her, and she was naturally particularly sensitive about it.
Seeing those two people listening, he already had a general idea of what was going on.
Could these two be here to find out about the ancient tree?
No, it should be said that everyone who comes here is here to inquire about the ancient tree, and these two are no exception.
However, even without looking at her face, her elegant demeanor and aura clearly set her apart from the others.
They exuded an aloofness and coldness that kept strangers at bay, and their cool, aloof Tsinghua University aura drew everyone's attention to them.
Then, everyone went about their business, discussing things and drinking tea.
Anle merely glanced at them casually before looking away, never looking in their direction again.
He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and started muttering to himself.
Both of them exuded an ethereal aura, possessing a unique charm.
I just glanced at him, and he had a bit of an otherworldly, ethereal air about him, which seemed to fit quite well with the temple. It probably comes from his identity within the temple.
Yan Qingxue, who was standing to the side, just muttered a sentence and then continued to steer the conversation back to the topic that had been left unfinished.
“I think our Tianqi Temple is really not very useful. For example, when we pray for peace and prosperity, good weather and abundant harvests, Jincheng still suffers misfortune, disasters strike, so many people die, houses and fields are destroyed, and no god protects us.”
In the end, wasn't it Islay who was protecting us?
In the end, the Golden City was rebuilt thanks to the mysterious abilities of the vampires from Islael's side. Isn't that ironic?
It turned out that the disaster victims were saved not by divine power, but by the power of the vampire, Israel.
Where were the gods when this crisis called for help?
The man and woman at the next table, who both looked ethereal, glanced over in this direction at the same time, their gazes finally settling on Yan Qingxue.
The man glanced at it, then casually looked away and lowered his head to drink his tea, his expression nonchalant.
The woman, however, gazed at Yan Qingxue with a deep, unsettling look—
The next instant, the teapot in front of Yan Qingxue suddenly moved on its own, hovering in mid-air above her head, and began pouring tea over her head—
The tea in the pot was brewed with boiling hot water. If this pot of scalding tea were poured onto Yan Qingxue's head, it would definitely disfigure her.
Anle instinctively realized something in an instant, and with lightning speed, pushed Yan Qingxue aside, immediately pouring a pot of tea over her. However, the tea missed its mark and ended up on the chair where Yan Qingxue had just been sitting.
The tea spilled on the seat was steaming hot, the steam rising in wisps—
Anle's gaze immediately turned cold. He glanced at the man and woman, staring at the woman. It was this woman who did it.
She was certain.
That inexplicable, pulling energy was emanating from this woman, and she could feel it clearly.
Does this woman even realize what she's doing? Does she think it's a prank? This is boiling water!
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