"Prophet Jacob..."
The two serpentfolk doubled over in agony, their faces twisted with fear at the mention of the name.
Hearing the commotion, Aiwass cast them a sidelong glance.
Clearly, they had no idea of the truth—the temple guards were clueless about why Dongya wanted Aiwass, because they weren't privy to such secrets. They were merely doing their utmost to complete this "must-complete" task.
Just like how every Desert People act with reckless abandon when necessary.
"Holy Entity, it's been a long time since I've heard that term..."
Aiwass sighed softly, "Sounds like Jacob is looking for me."
If it were the Serpent Celestial Marshal, it wouldn't be on such a small scale, with such lackluster demeanor.
Speaking of which, Aiwass was quite intrigued by this grandfather he had never met. As the Angel Envoy of the Serpent Celestial Marshal, he had been active on Earth for so long and set up so many plots...
