"Unfortunately, the time spent refining March was not long—all in all, just over a month—making it difficult to unleash the full potential of a corpse-soldier refined by our Underworld Sect. If I had been given three years to refine him, even with the Longyuan sword in Chen Feiyu's hand, he wouldn't have easily harmed March. What a pity, what a pity. Finding another body as suitable for refining as March's in the future will not be so easy."
At this thought, Song Xuan felt an itch of hatred in his heart.
Before long, he arrived at a large suburban cathedral in Feilan City. Without knocking, he walked straight in. Seeing a church clergyman approaching, he blurted out, "When is your Pope arriving? I have urgent business with him."
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