The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, falling upon Luo Xiu's weary face.
This was a church.
Luo Xiu stood on the steps at the entrance, quietly watching Zhu Hongmo. He hadn't expected Zhu Hongmo to bring him to such a place.
At that moment, Zhu Hongmo was kneeling on a red carpet, his hands crossed over his collarbone and his head bowed in devout prayer. He was muttering under his breath, but no one other than himself knew what he was saying.
On the high platform before him, there was no crucifix. Instead, there was an exquisitely decorated, two-meter-tall metal equilateral triangle. The center of the triangle was divided by a vertical line; one half was painted black, the other white.
Luo Xiu didn't know what religion this was. However, he was certain that this triangular frame was its equivalent of the Christian cross.
After a good while, Zhu Hongmo finished his prayers. He stood up and looked at Luo Xiu.
