Footsteps came from behind. Wu Qiming didn’t dare turn his head, but his desperate will to live forced a strained smile onto his face.
"Mi... Miss, as long as you don’t kill me, I guarantee I can satisfy any request you have. Gold Coin, status, power—anything!"
Even though he couldn’t see Wu Qiming’s face, just from that trembling voice Xue An could imagine his expression must be quite a sight.
He had already expected this.
After all, for someone who’s long been pampered in a lofty position, nothing is more important than his own life.
He was curious about only one thing: as a red-robed Archbishop, Wu Qiming was at least high-ranking in the Palace of Light, so why was his strength so utterly mediocre?
But these thoughts flashed by and vanished, because Xue An simply didn’t have time to waste on this kind of person right now.
He just slowly walked up behind Wu Qiming and raised his hand to pat the back of his head.
With just that light pat, Wu Qiming screamed like a slaughtered pig.
Because he thought Xue An was about to kill him.
"Enough! If you dare scream again, I’ll really twist your head off!" Xue An said flatly.
The offhand threat worked perfectly; Wu Qiming clamped his mouth shut at once, and then he felt something was wrong.
"Y-you... what did you plant in my mind?"
"Nothing much. Just a Talisman Spell. From now on, if you harbor any thought that goes against my will, that talisman will explode immediately. I promise your head will end up more tragic than a balloon popping under the sun."
Xue An’s words scared Wu Qiming so badly his soul practically flew out of his body.
"Y-yes, yes! I understand, I promise I won’t defy you in any way!"
The sword aura dispersed.
Wu Qiming turned around, trembling, but he didn’t even dare raise his head to look at Xue An. He just kept it bowed, his heart filled with regret.
Regret that he’d let his lust override his brain, and ended up provoking such a great disaster.
Xue An naturally couldn’t be bothered to care what he was thinking.
"Have you ever seen this?"
Xue An opened his hand. In his palm lay that fragment of The Celestial Mirror.
Wu Qiming recognized it at a glance and couldn’t help exclaiming, "I’ve seen it. Isn’t this the thing the Holy Maiden always wears on her person?"
Xue An instantly felt relieved.
Earlier Ke Jinyun had said that when he went to pay his respects to the Holy Maiden of Light, he’d seen this item, but his status wasn’t high enough, so it had only been a distant, fleeting glimpse; he hadn’t dared be sure.
Wu Qiming was different. As a red-robed Archbishop, he was the person closest to the Holy Maiden of Light. Since even he said it was the same item, then it couldn’t be wrong.
"You’re certain?"
Wu Qiming nodded like a bobbing garlic bulb. "How could I dare joke about something like this? I’m absolutely sure!"
"Very good. Then take me to see her now."
A flicker of hesitation flashed across Wu Qiming’s face.
Xue An raised an eyebrow. "What? Is there a problem?"
"N-no, no problem!" Wu Qiming shook his head frantically in fright.
"Then what are you hesitating for?"
Wu Qiming’s face flushed red as he stammered, "A-actually, with my status, it’s not that easy to see the Holy Maiden. I have to apply in advance and only after getting the Elders Council’s approval can I go!"
Xue An frowned. "That complicated? Aren’t you a red-robed Archbishop?"
Wu Qiming’s expression turned awkward. "I am a red-robed Archbishop, but even among Archbishops in red robes there are ranks of higher and lower status."
From Wu Qiming’s explanation, Xue An finally understood: the hierarchy within the Palace of Light was extremely strict. Although they were all red-robed Archbishops, differences in personal strength and duties meant their positions varied greatly.
The highest ranking were those called the Elders Council.



VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny