Upon seeing the two leaders of the Canon Law School collapse unconscious, urgent shouts echoed immediately. Before long, Simmons and Celestia were carried away, and a while later, Li Xin was also taken away.

The three were sent to the hospital, followed by various check-ups and cleanings. How to put it? Li Xin found it quite comfortable. It was far more convenient than handling it himself. Later, he simply stopped pretending and let his body enter a state of dormancy and repair, taking a break for a bit.

People kept coming and going. It seemed that Simmons' condition wasn't light. Not long after, a commotion arose around him. He clearly felt the increase in body temperature and a deep stirring of his soul—an important figure had arrived.

Indeed, an important figure. The Metropolitan from the Earth Mother Goddess Church had come.

Old George looked at the still-unconscious Simmons. His face didn't show anxiety; he was quite calm. "Wolf, why haven't these three kids awakened yet?"

Wolf was the Metropolitan of Hedan, a person of considerable stature, appearing to be in his seventies. In major churches, there aren't strict requirements for cultivation above the bishop level, below the Red-robed Archbishop. Promotions are mostly based on contributions to the Church. Only up to the Cardinal—the Red-robed Archbishop—are there new requirements. Of course, personal connections and reputation within the Church are also vitally important.

At the Metropolitan level, they are considered insiders of the Church. To become a Red-robed Archbishop, unless the Pope makes an exception for a bishop who has made great contributions to the Church, one must go through the stage of being a Metropolitan.

It's apparent that this Metropolitan has a close relationship with Old George. They spoke casually. Wolf touched Simmons' forehead, slightly furrowing his brows, then touched Celestia's forehead, his eyes revealing something strange. Finally, he glanced at Li Xin, merely scanning him. "This young man is not a big problem; there are traces of the Moon God's blessing on him."

The Metropolitan looked at Count George, who nodded, "He's a Night Patrol; nothing much to worry about."

The Metropolitan nodded, not finding it surprising, yet his gaze lingered a bit longer on Li Xin. After all, those who are fortunate enough to be favored by deities possess exceptional talent. "Celestia has traces of Abyssal Power invasion. Fortunately, she's wearing that necklace. Her soul has some minor damage, needing a period of recuperation, with weekly check-ups at the Church for some time to prevent future issues. The invader's breakthrough level is not low. Simmons' condition is somewhat unusual, having been influenced by three powerful extraordinary wills that drove each other out, causing his body to collapse into unconsciousness. What were they doing?"

"Three extraordinary wills?" Count George spoke slowly.

"One is from the Moon God, another from Abyssal Power, and the third is unclear, somewhat hidden in flavor, yet it is the Moon God's authority but not quite the Moon God's—quite strange," Wolf shook his head and said.

Curiosity is inevitable, but as clergy reaching this point, discipline is paramount. It's best not to probe into divine authority; the more powerful one becomes, the more control is necessary, or else falling is just a matter of time.

"Is this youngster going to duel Didia? There are remnants of the Gate of Truth at the scene; it seems there was a sudden change upon entering the Holy Land, an eagerness to gain results," Old George said.

Wolf also knew about this affair. The duel between Simmons and Didia had caused quite a stir. The Anthony incident ended with Your Majesty winning decisively, but what followed was the counterattack from the old noble class.

"You pushed too hard; how come at this old age, you're getting involved in these matters again?" The Metropolitan couldn't quite fathom what his old friend was thinking. Years ago, he had retired unexpectedly and now was getting involved in such a sensitive time, with the risk of being utterly destroyed if not careful.

Old George's eyes did not leave Simmons, though deep within, there was worry. "Living can never be entirely to one's wishes; you know my character, there's no freedom."

The Metropolitan didn't press on, for it wasn't his place. He couldn't help but look at Li Xin again, "Is this person really okay?"

"No problem, and can't afford to have a problem," Old George said gently.

The Metropolitan understood, "I'll perform an exorcism on them. The three must regularly have baptisms in the Church. Contact with the abyss carries hidden dangers we don't yet fully understand, though no need to worry too much. In our world, as long as faith remains firm...."

"At a time like this, you're still rambling about this, hurry up," Old George blew his beard and grumbled.

"Occupational habit," Wolf chuckled awkwardly. To be a Preacher, one must always promote faith.

Count George made others leave, he himself left last, closing the door as he went.

The Metropolitan Wolf's expression turned serious. He took out a golden cross, placed it at his chest, followed by the unfolding of powerful, rich life-giving Holy Light, which separated the room from the outside world, forming two worlds. The Preacher's path excels not in battle, but in exorcism and healing.

Li Xin could feel the warmth and healing power from the bishop. His damaged body began to heat up, healing at an incredibly fast pace, the wounds mending visibly. He knew he was merely along for the ride; yet he wouldn't shy from a good opportunity, enjoying the healing from a top Church figure—how comfortable.

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