"'ta'? Which 'ta'?" As soon as Lin Yi heard this pronunciation, he felt a bit uneasy at heart. "'Root'?"
"'Root'?" Tian Bufan smiled wryly, mocking himself, "You overestimate yourself. Even the Original Apostles spent years exploring the black sea but couldn't touch even a fragment of the 'Root'. How could newcomers like us possibly attract 'His' attention?"
"Then who are you talking about?"
"Angel."
Lin Yi's heart skipped: "The Angel that attacked the Art Building and was blocked by the Night Watchmen amidst the tsunami?"
"That's 'Him'," Tian Bufan nodded solemnly, "But let me correct you, 'He' was not blocked by the Night Watchmen in the tsunami. 'His' true form isn't over there. What you saw was just 'His' breath permeating, materializing in the cognition woven by the Night Watchmen, even the past apostles."
"For us, whether it's 'Root' or 'Angel', they are far beyond our reach. So to be blunt, anything among them would explode just by looking at it."
