He hadn't even lost the ability to think. As the black Fire of Sin surged, Argus could clearly feel his own soul becoming its fuel, yet all he could do was experience this agony bit by bit, experience this... punishment.
Meanwhile, Su Zhou stood high in the sky, gazing down at the village below, dark and sparsely lit in the dead of night.
Evil, sometimes, didn't just occur in high and mighty places. It also appeared in remote corners, perpetrated by the most inconspicuous of people.
Just like good, it was a subtle thing, permeating every aspect of human life.
Reaching out, Su Zhou poured a small amount of Holy Water. He controlled it with his Spiritual Power, sprinkling it over the old doctor, healing his injuries. The man, filled with surprised reverence, repeatedly hailed it as a miracle.
