Chapter 190—Faith
"Can I meet her?" Giliberu uttered, his eyes wide open. "Is meeting a god even possible?"
The old man grinned widely. "Hahaha."
Giliberu blankly stared at the laughing old man.
The old man shook his head and replied sternly, "No."
"Then why did you mention—ask her in person?" Giliberu asked, clenching his jaw. "Don't play with me."
The old man stood up and walked towards the right wall, passing through the frozen people like they were statues.
Giliberu followed.
The old man stopped, facing the right side wall.
The wall had more than ten beautiful paintings, they were large enough to be seen from anywhere in the hall, and a distance of a meter between each of them.
'They are like the modern photos,' Giliberu noticed that there were photos of actual beings. 'It's not a painted portrait.'
The old man pointed towards a painting in the middle, in the upper corner, and asked, "Do you know who she is?"
Giliberu glanced at the painting.
