Zhang Chen looked at the Great Freedom Celestial Demon, whose tone was somewhat conceited.
"Speak properly." Zhang Chen glared at the Great Freedom Celestial Demon.
The Great Freedom Celestial Demon, hearing this, gave an awkward smile: "Ordinary creatures having their own wisdom, how can they still be influenced by the Power of Faith? Moreover, without the transformation of Mysterious Power, the Power of Faith is merely a fleeting thought for ordinary people."
Zhang Chen heard and seemed deep in thought, unclear about what he was thinking.
