Of course he would refuse.
What was there to hesitate about?
It seemed like he had to change his schedule.
Chen Zhao called Rouen Faxben. "Faxben, when are you leaving Rome?"
"Tomorrow," Faxben said. "Tomorrow is the agreed time with that woman."
Chen Zhao thought about it. If he left now, he would be worried about leaving Xin Li and the others in Rome.
Then he would wait for a day and leave Rome tomorrow.
"Portia, book a charter flight for me. We'll leave Rome the day after tomorrow."
"Boss, are we going back to LA?"
"No, let's continue playing somewhere else," Chen Zhao said.
"But we're only halfway through Rome. There are still many places we haven't gone to."
"If we haven't gone, it means we're worthless," Chen Zhao said matter-of-factly. "Let's continue somewhere else."
Portia was already used to her boss's stubbornness.
…
At the airport …
Rosalick was a hundred and twenty percent devout.
He stood at the arrival gate, waiting for that person.
It was as if he was about to face the God he believed in.
In fact, Rosalick had been listening to that person's stories since he was very young.
In his heart, he worshipped that man more than he worshipped the God he worshipped.
Because that person was more real and tangible.
Finally, someone came out from the arrival gate.
To welcome this person, the airport gate was temporarily closed for half an hour.
So, it was definitely this group of people coming out from the gate.
He wore an old and simple Taoist robe and had his hair tied up in a simple bun.
His footsteps were light but rhythmic.
His gaze was peaceful but firm.
There were also 20 disciples behind him.
Rosalick had interacted with most of them before.
Rosalick immediately walked up and bowed with his fists.
"Junior Rosalick greets the Celestial Master."
"Find the person in the photo. You have one hour." Zhang Tianyi didn't waste any words. He handed Rosalick a photo.
Rosalick took the photo. When he saw the person, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Celestial Master, I recognize this person. I know where he is."
"You know?" Zhang Tianyi turned his head in confusion and looked at Rosalick. "You know him?"
"I don't know him very well. I've only seen him twice." Rosselick said, "Last night, the impure souls that came out of the Netherworld Water wreaked havoc in the city, so we sealed off a certain block. When we were moving the customers of a hotel, we happened to run into him in the hotel."
Rosalick asked again, "Celestial Master, do I need to bring him to you?"
Zhang Tianyi rolled his eyes. "Arrest him? Don't let him smash your head. First, arrange a place for my disciples and grand-disciples to stay. Give me this guy's address. I'm going there myself. "
How could Rosalick allow himself to miss such a good opportunity?
Although he had seen Zhang Tianyi before, he had never seen him fight.
This time, Zhang Tianyi actually said that he would go personally.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
However, was this fellow really worthy of the Celestial Master personally making a move?
Rosselick had interacted with Chen Zhao twice.
But he didn't find anything special about Chen Zhao.
There wasn't even the slightest Mana fluctuation.
No, that's not right. Yesterday, on the street, that ferocious, unclean soul had walked towards that person's direction.
But in the blink of an eye, that unclean soul disappeared.
This was very suspicious no matter how he looked at it.
Was that person also a spiritualist? And a spiritualist that was far stronger than him?
It didn't seem like it.
Rosselick tried hard to recall how he had interacted with Chen Zhao.
To not be sensed by him, Chen Zhao was either wearing a magical item that could suppress his aura.
Or, Chen Zhao was far stronger than him.
Rosselick drove while Zhang Tianyi sat in the passenger seat, resting with his eyes closed.
"Celestial Master, is that person very powerful?"
Zhang Tianyi turned his head slightly and looked at Rosselick.
"Yes, he is the strongest among his generation. The chief disciple of Mount Longhu, the 24th generation of the Scarlet Church, the Saintess of the Sect of Fire, and His Highness Matthew of your church will all be under his shadow in the future."
Zhang Tianyi didn't say anything else. Not just the future, but from now on.
"Oh, send out the holy contract with the holy seal. I also used the Celestial Master's Token. How many people responded?"
"Currently, there are 2,300 spiritualists from all over the world in Rome. There are even more who haven't landed yet. There should be more than 5,000 people by tonight. Time is too tight this time. All the airports in the world are giving priority to spiritualists to buy tickets. Is this enough?"
"No, far from enough. Do you know how many spiritualists gathered for the big incident in China last time?"
Rosselick's expression changed slightly. Compared to last time, it was really insignificant.
Compared to last time, the number of spiritualists that had arrived was less than one-tenth.
"Looks like we have to find a way to seal off the passage to the Nether Water before it escalates into a major incident. Otherwise, the situation will escalate further." Zhang Tianyi sighed. "Is the 23rd Generation Blood Mary, the Sect Leader of the Sect of Flame, here?"
"The 23rd generation Blood Mary and Mr. Sanse are both on their way. They'll arrive at Rome's airport in three hours, but someone else will take care of them."
"Where's your pope?"
"He's leading the Templars to suppress the passage."
"Is your pope out of his mind?" Zhang Tianyi frowned.
Rosselick turned his head and pretended not to hear.
"He's wasting his magic and energy. When we arrive, suppressing it together is the best choice. He's using his power alone now."
"The passage to the Ghastly Underworld Water is near a small town of commoners. There are several hundred commoners in that town. If they are not suppressed, the residents of the town will be completely razed to the ground. His Holiness the Pope is doing this to protect the commoners."
"Forget it." What else could Zhang Tianyi say?
The church had made mistakes, and the current pope had been atoning for the mistakes of the church in the past.
In terms of strength, the pope was not the most outstanding among his peers.
However, in terms of charisma and firm belief in light and justice, most of his peers combined were probably not as strong as him.
The current pope had a high chance of becoming an existence on the same level as him and the 23rd generation.
However, because he had consumed too much of his origin in the past, he had been unable to break through the final barrier.
"Didn't your old man show up?"
"He hasn't left the cathedral since he received the disciplinary punishment."
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