Wen Xishu said softly:
"Look, there's a number in the corner of the mural, in the upper right corner."
No one had noticed the large mural's corner before.
The mural depicted a goddess wearing shoes, receiving the worship of the masses, who were bowing down to her charm or the charm of her shoes.
At the end of the crowd, someone was holding a sign, facing the audience—the person viewing the mural.
The sign read the number, 29.
This detail had gone unnoticed by anyone in the entire chapel, which had over a hundred people.
Among the Ling Family Brothers, Ling Chen slapped himself:
"Damn it, how could I miss that! I can't overlook such information as a number!"
The slap was so hard that even Wen Xishu was surprised at how harshly Ling Chen could treat himself, leaving a red mark on his face.
Ling Fu laughed:
"Brother, don't be so tense. I don't blame you, and look, didn't Lord Wen Xishu notice it? With him here, you don't need to try so hard."
