"Look, it's the Second Bishop of the Cold Moon Sect. I didn't expect that their Cold Moon Sect would also participate in the Holy Light Festival of our Holy Light Sect. Didn't they say they were irreconcilable with us?"
"Yes, I've heard that a thousand years ago, we even fought a great war with the Cold Moon Sect. Tsk tsk, it's said that back then, even the Pope of the Cold Moon Sect died at the hands of our Judgment Warrior Group."
"Don't speak nonsense. I've heard that this time not only people from the Cold Moon Sect are coming, but even people from the other eight great religions are coming too!"
"It looks like there's really going to be a lot to see this time!"
Amidst various discussions, another group of people dressed in black entered through the gates of Holy Light City. Compared to those in silver robes with cold arrogance among their beautiful faces, these newcomers each gave off an air of lethal threat, warning strangers to keep away.
