Zhao Guang had just sensed the so-called Divine Power, or rather, the Divine Power bestowed to the Priests by the Divine.
This power was similar to the unowned Power of Faith he had used before, but the impurities were removed, although it was merely condensed and refined, that was all.
Although he had not studied it in depth, Zhao Guang knew that this was probably just the scraps of the true Divine Power.
As for the source of the faith, it might even be theirs, just returned to them in part.
It really was a case of "wool on the sheep," which made Zhao Guang disdain these Divines even more.
"Master, what should we do? The people from the Temple are coming, and the trouble may not be small."
"What else can we do but deal with it as it comes? Who lets our strength be too weak?" Facing the Temple, even though Zhao Guang was dealing with people much weaker than himself, he still felt the weakness of his own power.
