Chapter 166: The Golden Rule

Azaha, 9 p.m.

On a steep cliff, stood a pure white palace.

It was draped in the moon's shawl, glowing softly amidst the night, like a lighthouse twinkling in the dark.

The palace was not particularly magnificent; it actually appeared somewhat dilapidated, with only its white walls regularly maintained, while the interior looked like ruins.

At this moment, in these ruins, shoulder to shoulder, toe to heel, a large crowd gathered.

There were men and women, old and young, armed guards, and mothers leading their children.

They assembled in the great hall of the palace, numbering in the hundreds, all casting their gazes in the same direction.

At the far end of the hall, there were twenty-four steps leading up to a wall, upon which hung an oil painting.

The painting depicted the Last Supper of Rada Gan, seated at a long table surrounded by his twenty-four disciples.