“The art of saving the world, benevolence and benevolence!”
On the afternoon of the eighth day, Wang Xian looked at the plaque hanging in the room and smiled.
“Pastor Wang, this is a gift from the people who have been healed by you!”
Old Hu pointed at the items under the plaque and said to him.
“Okay!”
Wang Xian nodded his head and walked over to pick up a box on the table.
“Eh?”
When he opened the box, he saw a bright pearl inside and was astonished.
A bright pearl of the third level of the void interpretation stage was not cheap. Those people were really thoughtful.
“Don’t let them send gifts in the future. I’ll accept these items!”
Wang Xian said to Old Hu.
“Alright!”
Old Hu nodded.
“Sir, I’m Here!”
At this moment, a young man walked in respectfully and shouted.
“Come over, I’ll Show You Again!”
Wang Xian said to the young man. The young man walked up to him and sized up the darkness soul in the young man’s body.