"Sorry... what did you just say?"
The Great Elder looked around, then smiled as he raised his head, "You don't want to become an [Angel Envoy]?"
"..."
Song Ci rotated his wrist, and the bones all over his body cracked like frying beans.
He said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, I've never been an [Angel Envoy] of the Light. Even if in this life I can't form the slightest connection with other fires, I won't form any bonds with the Light."
"You personally buried this last opportunity."
The Great Elder said regretfully, "I know you're quite capable of fighting, but this is the Red Lake, and I'm the Temple's Great Elder... no matter how good you are at fighting, it won't help."
From all directions, the black wind swirled.
Above the Red Lake, restrictions were everywhere.
The Great Elder slightly raised one palm, his five fingers arched, and a massive Water Prison rose from the surface of the water, imprisoning Song Ci inside.
"Crack, crack!"
