Duke Zhuxue's Source Energy Boat sailed through the night sky over Central City.
Jia Wei, accompanied by his subordinates, stood before the observation deck, watching the boundless night clouds sweep away the scattered stars, bathed in faint starlight, their rough robes seemed to be coated with a soft silver glow.
The words "light" do not only appear in daylight.
Even if the great sun returns to the void, there are still countless strands of light cascading down upon this world.
And these rays of light are the "source" of their faith's power.
To see any glimmer of light in the world is as to see the Divine Throne.
The Holy Judges standing beneath the portholes felt calm and assured in their hearts, knowing that even in the North Continent, Lord Divine was still with them.
"Lord Zhuxue, it's been a long time... you are still as radiant as ever."
Jia Wei is not someone who usually gives compliments.
