"Heatherine, don't come any closer, you..." Elder Rhine quickly tried to stop Heatherine when she came over, but he was shocked when he saw her easily step into the fighting space.
He had fought Isabella for a long time and had a very good understanding of the function of this membrane barrier. In his opinion, the Knight Commander or the High Priest could pass through the barrier even if they tried their best, but they would definitely not be able to do it as easily as Heather.
Moreover, Isabella immediately stopped attacking after Heather entered, turning to face Heather as if she were the more threatening one.
"Your Excellency Rhine, I would like to have a match with this 'Windsor Rose,' may I?"
"Oh! Heatherine... are you sure you want to... try?" Elder Rhine was extremely conflicted. He knew that if he continued fighting, he would inevitably lose, but could Heatherine possibly win? She was the Light Master of the Temple; if she lost...
"I am certain, and I humbly request Your Excellency Rhine's permission!"
Qin Mo, who had already run far away, saw Heatherine again.
Saint Heather was still dressed in a white robe and a veil, but her voice was even colder and more indifferent than before.
Elder Rhine finally gave way, and before leaving, he couldn't help but say, "Hatherine, even if you return to the Temple, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll stay with your teacher... Why bother..."
Saint Heather immediately interrupted him, coldly saying, "Do you think I'm courting death? Ha! No one can decide my path now!"
Elder Rhine was stunned for a moment, his mouth agape but he couldn't speak. In the end, he could only sigh and leave the dueling space.
Heatherine stared intently at Isabella without speaking, her body beginning to glow. Eventually, her entire form became blurred, resembling an intangible image composed solely of pure white light.
Elder Rhine, who had just left the enclosed space, was completely dumbfounded when he saw Heatherine, who had become one with the light. Then his face lit up with ecstasy.
“The master of light…the true master of light…thank you, gods…” Rhine’s eyes gradually changed from shock to piety as he murmured to himself.
"Saintess Heatherine, the legendary ruler of light. I thought the temple was just bragging, but it seems she does have some weight." Isabella's expression became solemn, and all the darkness in the space surged towards her, making her appear and disappear in the darkness.
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