The grand gate of the Divine Hall slowly opened, and several Divine Servants dressed in white robes emerged from within.
Their robes were embroidered with the golden pattern of the "Hand of Creation," radiating a sacred and beautiful aura, like a beam of light shining onto this gloomy land, bringing hope for renewal.
"Greetings to the Divine Envoy."
Qin Han and his group bowed respectfully, their every movement full of devotion.
The Divine Envoy nodded slightly, "Please come in."
His gaze seemed to inadvertently pass over Shen Tang, who lowered her head, pretending to bow.
That gaze quickly moved away from her as the Divine Envoy turned and walked towards the depths of the cathedral.
The group followed the Divine Envoy to the altar in the cathedral hall.
The center of the altar was empty, emitting a faint blue light.
Qin Han and the others confirmed the purchase of supplies and food with their wristbands; the points were deducted with a scan in the blue light.
