"Your dad said I've already passed!"
Ye Feng was afraid Bai Jie hadn't heard clearly, so he repeated it again.
"Dad, you two haven't given me a chance to speak. Actually, this is Lord Ye Feng, my superior at the Pure White Church."
Bai Jie looked at Ye Feng with a slightly flushed face and explained in a murmur.
Ye Feng watched her place the dishes she was holding onto the table, then turn and return to the kitchen.
"A superior at the Pure White Church?"
"My Lord, this lowly one failed to recognize your greatness. I hope you will forgive my offense."
The tea in his hand trembled. Bai Qiusheng placed the teacup on the table, straightened his back, and sat properly on the sofa, looking quite anxious and uneasy.
"It's fine, old man. A great person doesn't hold a grudge against a small one, so don't worry."
Ye Feng naturally understood what he was thinking and replied casually.
In fact, on the two continents where the Pantheon resided, the status of believers of a Deity was extremely high. They all possessed powerful strength and protected ordinary people as if sacrificing themselves.
Therefore, ordinary people all wanted to have Faith in a Deity to achieve the goal of ascending to become transcendent.
The recruitment of believers by a Deity was strict, so naturally, there were many unacknowledged believers, but those acknowledged by the Church were one in ten thousand.
It was normal for ordinary people to feel terrified when seeing high-ranking members of the Church.
Ye Feng rubbed his nose. Bai Qiusheng's appearance made him feel a bit awkward. As a young man from the new era in his previous life, he had never experienced such a clear class gap.
"But you don't have to be so restrained; just treat me as your daughter's superior."
He blinked and said naturally.
"Cough, cough. My Lord, please sit here and rest for a moment. I'll head to the bedroom."
Feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles and finding the tea in his mouth no longer tasty, Bai Qiusheng wanted to find an excuse to leave.
Ye Feng also noticed his awkwardness and remained lying lazily on the sofa.
He nodded, feeling pleased.
On the surface, he drank tea and watched TV, looking relaxed and content.
In his heart, however, he was secretly calculating. Since he had decided to make Bai Jie the Saintess of the Pure White Church, he had to arrange a bodyguard for her. After all, her abilities were currently low, and if he were careless for a moment and let such a good talent die young, he would regret it too late.
His eyes lit up; this would work.
"Pure White Handmaid"
A Handmaid was a type of spirit created by the Pure White Maiden to serve herself, possessing decent combat power and relatively strong defensive capabilities.
Possessed skills: Mistification, Tracking, Defend, Healing.
Divine Power Value required for creation: one thousand.
This is the one; create two.
The space within Ye Feng's divine sense surged instantly. Thick White Mist condensed and dispersed, dispersed and condensed. After a dozen seconds, the disturbance stopped.
Ye Feng sensed that there were two more lives in the Mist. They were indeed Pure White Handmaids, but because they were in the Mist and composed of White Mist themselves, ordinary people could not see them.
"One of these two handmaids will be given to Bai Jie for her to use to lead the Pure White Church, and the other will be given to An Lan for her to take out and develop the dark side of the Church."
"However, An Lan's handmaid needs to be changed so she won't be easily recognized, which would invite trouble later."
With a thought, Ye Feng spent another two hundred Divine Power to add Devour and Destruction attributes to An Lan's handmaid.
Another burst of thick White Mist, mixed with other elements, finally appeared before Ye Feng's eyes.
Pitch-black mist gathered and dispersed, seemingly unable to form a stable shape. Evil whispers emanated from the black mist, like a devil whispering softly, inducing people to Fall.
Ye Feng was very satisfied with this creation; it didn't look like it could be associated with the Pure White Church at all.
"Hmm, let's call this one the Judge."
Ye Feng looked at the two handmaids and felt something was wrong. After looking for a long time, he realized they had no weapons.
He had to spend another one hundred to mistify a vase for the Pure White Handmaid, as she was a Healing profession after all.
As for the Judge, he mistified a Scythe, which looked much more imposing, giving off a feeling like a messenger from hell.
As Bai Jie and Bai An went back and forth several times to serve dishes, over a dozen dishes were already on the table. Although the dishes were simple, compared to what Ye Feng had eaten at the Imperial Banquet, they were worlds apart in terms of presentation.
However, Ye Feng also liked home-cooked meals. This kind of food was about the feeling.
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