The driver didn't get out of the car, he drove straight into the yard behind the chapel through the side door.
Flowers bloomed, the vegetation was lush, and the white marble made the place exceptionally sacred.
At least, from the outside, that's how it appeared.
"Get out."
The driver coldly urged Gao Ming, who took a deep breath, the air inside the chapel was different from outside, carrying an exhilarating fragrance.
"The scent seems different from before."
"This way." Bishop Ci Xiang pushed Gao Ming into the chapel, and they turned into a secret passage, descending all the way down.
All around came devout prayers, soft light illuminated the faces of every believer, the pure white priest robes like God's canvas, scattered light spots like angel feathers.
