If Gao Xuan dared to express his true thoughts now, Yuan Ping'an would definitely shout "Heretic!" and draw his sword to strike.
Believers cannot tolerate jokes about faith.
Yuan Ping'an talked endlessly about the Divine Emperor, unknowingly for over half an hour.
Gao Xuan could very well understand; believers always habitually preach.
After talking for so long, Yuan Ping'an realized he might have said too much. So he changed the subject: "I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't know if we'll have the chance to meet again."
He took out a palm-sized silver badge from his pocket and handed it to Gao Xuan: "This small gift is for you as a memento."
Gao Xuan reached out to take it, only to discover that although the silver badge looked small, it was quite substantial, weighing around ten kilograms.
The silver badge was oval-shaped, with one side slightly raised, engraved with seven crossed longswords. The craftsmanship was very intricate, giving it a substantial feel.
