The gray wind blew innumerable particles of sand onto the flying ships. Their ships had defensive shields, but it was still possible to hear the pitter-patter of the sand hitting the hulls of the ships. Meanwhile, Xu Qing heard the words spoken by Fourth Vice-Bishop and Grandmaster Saintlowe.1

Fourth Vice-Bishop’s subordinates on the ship, who were mostly focused on healing and recovery, opened their eyes and looked at Xu Qing.0

Xu Qing looked at Fourth Vice-Bishop. Earlier, when he had laid eyes on Fourth Vice-Bishop for the first time, something about the man had seemed familiar. It had nothing to do with meeting him before in statue form in the Moonrebel Congregation. Every person was represented by a different statue. In fact, the statue might not even be the same gender as the person using it. Only someone with the highest level of authority in the Moonrebel Congregation would be able to see through the disguises. Therefore, Xu Qing stood there for a moment trying to figure out the source of the familiar sensation. As of this moment, he realized why.0

The most obvious characteristic of Fourth Vice-Bishop was that he was old-school and very serious. He was the kind of person who didn’t smile a lot, and the wrinkles on his forehead that resembled  the...1