With his hands behind his back, he paced on the spot, thinking about a suitable name.
After a while.
"Holy Church!"
"Holy Church?" Yang Hongling muttered to herself."
Saint had many meanings, but there was one thing that was universal. It was extraordinary and different from ordinary people. It was not bad to name it with the word "Saint".
"It's called the Holy Church!"
An old voice came from behind,""Coming!"
Looking in the direction of the voice, the old man was wearing a white robe with a golden flame embroidered on his chest. He walked over with his hands behind his back.
Yang Hongling's beautiful eyes lit up as she called out,""Grandpa!"
She jogged over and hugged the old man's arm, shaking it slightly.
The old man rolled his eyes at her and said,""You're already so old, yet you're still not serious. Can't you be more mature?"
Zhang Ronghua stepped forward and bowed."