Hans nodded, "Yes."
"Oh, really? I didn't expect them to be so generous to their believers. Is it because you have more money?" Ling Feng asked with a smile.
"...."
Hans was both shocked and terrified, losing his composure long ago, nodding frantically, "I did spend some money."
"Huh?"
Now it was Ling Feng's turn to be stunned; he didn't expect his speculation to be true!
Pantheon Hall actually takes money?
What exactly are these guys up to?
While he was at a loss, someone suddenly spoke from the darkness in the distance: "Ling Feng, please don't harm our believer!"
As the voice spoke, two figures emerged from the darkness.
Both men had white skin and blonde hair, clear Western features.
Upon seeing them, Ling Feng squinted his eyes, "Your believer, huh? Are you from Pantheon Hall?"
"That's right, I'm Apollo, and this is Varixus."
