Following behind Zhang Hai, Zhang Xu's expression darkened at the sight of the old man's attitude and Chu Bamboo's utterly disrespectful words.
But seeing that Zhang Hai didn't object, he ultimately said nothing. 'If the old man doesn't have a problem with it, what can I say?'
...
The church's inner hall.
The hall was somewhat smaller than the main nave where Mass was held. However, the walls were adorned with all kinds of angel statues, and the ceiling overhead was not solid, but made of colored glass—
Sunlight streamed through the colored glass, casting a rainbow of light that danced across the golden angel statues, making them look so lifelike they seemed poised to spring to life.
It felt less like a room and more like a private art gallery.
Chu Bamboo scanned his surroundings, his gaze filled with admiration.
"My devotion is to God alone!" Zhang Hai said reverently, pressing his palms together.
