Above the round table, the talisman gurgled, spewing a dark green mist.
The entire Divine Hall felt incredibly mysterious to Yu Zhizhi.
She looked at the ornate, vintage candelabra on the table. Three candles burned silently, seeming to correspond with their respective numbers.
The Cat Clan youth smiled. "That's right. There are currently only three temple messengers."
As more members joined, perhaps one day all the candles on the candelabra would be lit.
Yu Zhizhi couldn't believe she'd actually guessed right.
'There are really only three messengers?'
'I thought this round table was almost full. I can't believe I'm No.1.'
Yu Zhizhi picked up the white mask.
It was completely identical to the Cat Clan youth's mask.
She gently put it on.
