The scruffy poet smiled wryly, bowing from afar towards the unhurried carriage marked with the Church of the Dawn emblem, speaking softly: "Please... accept these foolish words."
After leaving these words, he shifted his gaze, turned silently and walked away.
A beam of light, beyond comprehension, flashed and fell on him.
The poet did not look back, but continued to walk away, swaying with each step, a defiant and disdainful curve at his lips...
"Honestly, if it's a story, then it should have proper awareness of being a story."
Light passed through his body.
The poet's figure vanished silently, leaving no shadow trace behind.
As if he'd never been there.
...
Moments later, Yu Chen, Xia Lian, and Tero appeared here too. Aside from the chief saintess who was already aware of the scene before them, the other two were dumbfounded.
"Don't be surprised, it's just a normal process."
