"Lord Son of the Holy!"
Hexuno gazed at Wayne with fiery eyes, filled with fervent light, bowing to invite Wayne to take a seat, waiting here for the entire Seven Virtues to arrive for the pilgrimage.
Oh dear, this chair can't be sat in carelessly; one misstep and the true Saint Heir comes out, then there would be no way to explain it.
Wayne shook his head repeatedly, afraid that if he sat down, a little light figure would jump out and hit him.
Saint Heir: Who do you think you are, sitting in my place!
"Lord Son of the Holy, we're already in Heaven. Michael and the others could come at any time, you should maintain the dignity of a god..."
"What's going on, where are all these flies coming from, buzzing around, so noisy."
Wayne waved his hand randomly by his ear, seeing Hexuno's face turn pale with anger, he reiterated, "I really am not the Saint Heir, this chair can't be sat on carelessly, it could lead to trouble."
