Bab 801: A Battleship from the West

Nobody could discover the beauty and art in this dilapidated Mecha buried in the dirt, save for those involved in a fielding relating to it. The female priest had no need to gain profit from the increased value of the arts, though she was, undoubtedly, a true artist. Looking at the Mecha in the glass container, she said softly, "It would look even more beautiful if it could move; but we don't know what color it has."

"White," said Jing Jiu before he turned to head toward the outside of the storage room.

Feeling surprised, the female priest asked after him, "Are you sure it's white?"

No sooner had she said this than she realized she showed disrespect toward a god.

Jing Jiu didn't halt his steps, nor did he feel upset. "I'm sure," he returned.

When the two of them came to the entrance of the museum and prepared to part, the female priest bowed to bid farewell.