"Pilgrimage? What's that?" Wyrm 16 reflexively asked.

Wyrm 9's brows immediately furrowed slightly as he turned to Wyrm 16 with a displeased expression.

Wyrm 16 had also realized his mistake, and a sheepish look appeared on his face.

"The pilgrimage is..." The waiter was just about to reply when his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he yelled, "You don't know about the pilgrimage? You're outsiders..."

Two translucent threads of light shot into the waiter's head in a flash, and his voice immediately cut off as a dazed look appeared in his eyes.

Right before the waiter began yelling, Wyrm 9 had already conjured up a blue light barrier that encompassed the entire booth to prevent any sound from escaping.

"My apologies..." Wyrm 16 said with an embarrassed expression. 

"It's fine. It's a good thing that Wyrm 15 was able to react so quickly," Wyrm 9 said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Go on, tell us what this pilgrimage is," Han Li prompted.

He had cast a small enchantment onto the waiter. The enchantment was very weak as he wasn't able to use any spiritual sense, but it was more than enough on a mortal like the waiter.

"The pilgrimage is a tradition that has been around since ancient times. Once every 60 years, the residents of each city would be taken in batches by their respective city lords to Red Moon City, where they would be preached to by the holy lord....