"Sir Demon Savior, what do you mean by that?" Gui Chang asked.
"Demon Savior!" Xia Gao thundered. "As I said, you are a guest! Do not mistake my hospitality for weakness. I don't appreciate being disrespected. If you insist on causing trouble, I will have no choice but to remove you from this meeting."
Amon wasn't intimidated by Xia Gao's threat. He said, "Let me tell you, people. Right now, hundreds of invisible people are floating above this village. They came right behind High Cardinal Xia Gao and his entourage, who watched over the exit. My guess is they are all Holy Temple troops."
The congregation was surprised by Amon's statement. They looked at each other, uncertain about what to make of it. Even Xia Gao appeared surprised. It was unclear, though, whether his surprise stemmed from the same reason as the others'.
"Sir Demon Savior, please don't joke about this," Gui Chang said.
