Whether it was Anpton or Veronica, both showed a level of devotion like never before in their lives, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, constantly praising the glory of the Holy Light Goddess in their hearts.
Indeed, the Goddess had always been present.
Indeed, the Goddess had never forsaken her believers.
Under the soft illumination of the goddess hair, their consciousnesses even became somewhat hazy, not knowing when they had actually begun to weep like rain.
And in their eyes, the image of Qin Chu had also become unprecedentedly grand.
Since the establishment of the Holy Court, with the exception of the first Pope who had received the Holy Light Scepter, no Pope had ever directly received the Goddess's blessing.
But Qin Chu had not only received it, but had also directly received the goddess hair.
The goddess hair, that was an honor even more glorious than the Holy Light Scepter.
