In the side room.
The Azure Dragon looked at the Bald Monk with some confusion: "Why did you stop me earlier?"
"I have crossed paths with her."
Who this "her" was did not need any special clarification.
The Azure Dragon didn't rush to speak; he continued to wait for the Bald Monk to continue.
"The sword in her hand is not ordinary; it contains a trace of special power. I suspect that behind her stands a true god..."
The Azure Dragon's expression changed slightly. If there were anyone in this world closest to and most knowledgeable about gods, it would definitely be the people from their Divine Hall.
"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
The Bald Monk shook his head, then nodded, the meaning was obvious: he did not see it wrong, it was true!
"How could it be..."
Initially, he hadn't thought in that direction, so upon first hearing this information, the shock on the Azure Dragon's face was uncontrollable.
