The disappeared dove reappeared in his hand, thoughts intruded, forcibly decrypted, and he saw a dialogue, laughing as he read it aloud: "Angel descends, plans have changed, notify the others."
Across from him, Sang Lan's face turned ashen, with anger, as well as shock and discomfort.
"High Priest, I won't waste words, caught red-handed, I'd like to know more intelligence. Are you going to say it yourself, or should I help you save some face?" Wayne said, waving his hand to release the dove.
The dove flapped its wings and clatteringly landed on Sang Lan's shoulder, bowed its head, and gently pecked a few times, as if apologizing.
Dove: I didn't want to, but he forced me, I had to give in.
Boom!!
A streak of firelight burst forth, and the dove turned into ashes.
"Now the evidence is gone."
"What's the difference, my mouth is evidence."
"Pride! Unreasonableness!"
