Xu Yangyi was none the wiser, but just as he fixed his eyes on the ship’s cargo, in a corner of New York and a certain place in China, two people opened their eyes at the same time.

Clack… A pair of blood-red high heels stepped into the doorway of St. John’s Cathedral. In the early morning, a woman wearing a black western-style changpao with a white standing collar was in the heavy mist. The blackness around her eyes seemed to be smeared with eye shadow. Step by step, she walked towards the cathedral, one that could be said to be among one of Earth’s Ten Major Churches.

She was Chinese.

Wherever she walked, all the flowers and plants leaned down to her waist. Before she even reached the cathedral, the priest, pastor, and nun were already drenched in cold sweat, their white teeth tightly clenched as they stood at the door.

In the middle of them was a woman in a suit. Her expression was incredibly solemn, and her chest was rising up and down. With great vigilance, she watched the woman in black walking through the mist.

“The Devil… This is the actual Devil!” The woman’s voice was somewhat shaky. Her fiery gaze was penetrated by extreme alarm. “She’s not in her true form, but… this...