(Xyrean Province- Outskirts)
(Unnamed Private Road)
"Stay back or I'll shoot," Qin Lan coldly spoke as she raised up her handgun and pointed it straight at the farmer.
The man froze in place for a moment but inside his eyes one could see the embers of madness slowly flickering.
"Do you still not understand?" the farmer whispered in a soft tone as he held up his hands.
"We… are the blessed. Where do you think your gifts came from? It was God… the Almighty one who chose to give his flock… the strength…"
"The strength… to purge this world… the strength to spread his name far and wide… your gift… it is so… beautiful..."
The farmer's unkempt and scraggly beard swayed slightly from side to side as he continued to deliver his twisted sermon.
"I'm sorry but we will have to refuse… we do not wish to meet this 'Father Han' character," Qin Lan firmly replied.
