Just as she responded, a muffled sound suddenly came from the snowfield.
Yet behind Olga, a figure like charcoal knelt down.
"O great True God, please allow me to recite Your revered name, please allow me to become Your most devout believer..."
As Samien's seemingly fanatic voice emerged, the expressions on Tang Qi and the Withered Yellow Face both turned complex.
Especially Tang Qi, who wasn't sure whether to give the ancient prince a "Transformation Spell", using a husky as a nice image reference.
Samien's words were obviously not sincere; at least he was far from being a "fanatic".
Although Tang Qi didn't rely on faith for ascension, as a Pseudo Sovereign, he could naturally sense who was truly fanatical.
"You want to follow Olga?"
After allowing Samien to praise him for a few seconds, Tang Qi interrupted him.
Meanwhile, Tang Qi looked at Olga herself to seek her opinion.
