Think with Your Brain...
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the stiff silence, only the loud noise from the earth rammer in the distance could be heard.
Raymond said nothing. Ye Qingxuan's hand hung in the air, waiting, and in the end he still had yet to receive the decree of the King of Red.
Norman's gaze flitted back and forth between the two. Sensing the anger in Raymond's thin body, he couldn't help but gulp.
No one had ever extended a hand and asked for the decree of the King of Red upon being questioned by representatives of the Sacred City. And only audacious fellows like Ye Qingxuan dared to do so without any fear for the possible consequence of intensifying conflicts.
Raymond was present as a representative of the Congregation for the Discipline of the Sacraments, and he himself represented the will of the Church. The attitude he conveyed could determine the cardinals' view on Ye Qingxuan to a certain extent... But would Ye Qingxuan really care about what the cardinals thought?