"What are they thinking? I don't understand!"
In pitch darkness, Sui Xiong lied down on the ground feeling helpless, mumbling to himself.
He really couldn't understand his believers' trains of thought. Why would they be so angry? It didn't make sense to him at all.
He didn't agree with Ray's viewpoint either. Why was preaching required to build fame? He remembered before he traversed, those pastors in the church were all calm and peaceful.
The religion that spread across almost the entire civilized world, and at the very least had several billion believers, wouldn't be more reasonable than the religion in this world. It only had a couple million believers.
Although Christianity was spread using the knife back then, it was improved now. If there were still people preaching that way on Earth, they would be seen as a sign of the backwards and barbarian...
Not to mention that his church only had...