"Old man, you are right." On the way home, the young man who was going upstream whispered to the ancient soul in the bottle.
"That girl is really the reincarnation of an angel."
"Oh, you didn't believe it before, but now you can't refute it." A muffled reply came from the package.
"Those church pastors are truly generous, spending so much money to set up the 'Angel's Advent' ceremony."
"Although it's only a semi-finished product and can't actually bring down an angel, it did allow for a brief communication with the heavens and confirmed a few things."
"I guess they couldn't imagine that there are still people in the outside world who recognize this ancient ritual. Haha, it allowed me to observe it carefully." The ancient ghost in the package seemed a little proud and continued to show off.
"This girl isn't some artificially created pure soul from the late dynasty, but rather born this way. Furthermore, the heavens seem to acknowledge her existence and confirm that she has a deep connection with the angels."
Elro asked quietly, "Old man, didn't you say that the three Seraphim were no longer viable? One fell, one turned into a statue, and one returned to heaven incomplete. How could there still be someone like her?"
"Besides, she's not like those rigid, low-level angels. It's strange that an angel of such high status and wisdom doesn't have any record at all."
"You kid, you take it for granted. The world is so vast that not all people and things are recorded. Besides, how can you be sure that there are only three Seraphim?" said the soul in the bottle faintly.
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