Gifts for his women

Wang Jian's impassioned speech left a lasting impression on the group, and not a single follower of the church dared to make a fuss about the seating arrangements or the food that was served during dinner.

Despite the luxurious spread laid out before them, the air was thick with tension and unease.

The followers of the church ate their food in silence, stealing wary glances at Wang Jian every now and then.

It was clear that his words had struck a chord, and they were all grappling with the implications of what he had said.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian sat at the head of the table, watching his guests with a smug expression on his face.

Once the dinner was over, the group quickly dispersed, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere that had hung over the dining hall throughout the meal.