Chapter 440: I have treaded on thin ice all my life; do you think I can make it to the other side?

High Priest Manor.

The battle-worn Philomena remains a complete rookie—clumsy and playful. Last night, her rank-climbing duo match was carried by her teammate, and she sarcastically complained that her teammate, representing purity, had improbably masterful riding skills.

Can Heaven still be saved? Is there any hope left for the Seven Virtues?

Philomena didn't realize that, what seemed like a duo match was actually someone playing on her behalf; her teammate wasn't only Hexuno.

That being said, Philomena's sarcasm deeply triggered Hexuno, who was aware of her grievous sins and begged the Saint Heir for forgiveness and salvation.

Too occupied to find a moment for confession, the entire night slipped by.

It was now dawn of the second day, and the High Priest lounged lazily, deciding to give himself a holiday. Amid the disdainful gazes from the twins, Wayne entered the first-floor living room with his secretary and bodyguards.