Beneath the crystal chandelier, gold foil fluttered down from the sky, the gold-like sparkling halo so dazzling that Lu Mingfei could barely open his eyes.
Lu Mingfei slowly stood up, taking a long time to make out the scene before him.
This was a church, but at the same time a golden hall. Half of the hall was filled with two neat rows of columnar pews, with the pastor's pulpit at the very front and a huge wooden cross behind it.
Chapter 691