The diagnosis of Zhuang Xiao was forced to be terminated.

The gray-robed Priest had to check on the suddenly out-of-control middle-aged man. By the time he came downstairs after hearing the news, the new apprentices were already flustered by the unexpected situation, gathering around the man curled up on the ground, discussing among themselves, but none dared to approach and check on him.

This could be some strange and deadly infectious disease.

This was everyone’s first thought.

The Holy Master above, since the birth of the Sanctuary of Logic, no one has shown such sadness and pain during baptism. What kind of blasphemy is this? Could it be that this abnormal individual actually thinks that the Holy Master’s baptism would bring him pain?

The loud crying of the man had a direct impact on the people in the waiting room. Initially, they just puzzledly gazed at the noisy compartment on the ground until the Priests rushed over upon hearing the news, quickly spreading speculation about an "infectious disease" among the crowd.

No panic, no shock, almost everyone stood up at the same time, proceeding in an orderly manner towards the outside of the Sanctuary. They seemed like programmed beings, executing an immediate command to distance themselves upon realizing the potential unknown infectious disease.

This once again refreshed Ethan’s understanding of the Holy City. Suddenly, he gained a new understanding of what Rowena said last night.

Even in the face of natural disasters, the residents of the Holy City could remain calm at all times and make the most rational judgments at any moment.

And joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were merely luxuries that the upper class could enjoy. For the family members who had nothing to do and could enjoy everything effortlessly, these various emotions could bring a fresh sense of stimulation to them.

"Griffin Monk!"

When the gray-robed Priest arrived, the apprentices in the Sanctuary immediately found their backbone.

They eagerly watched the tall figure approaching the man lying on the ground, operating precise instruments to examine the man.

"This is not an infectious disease."

The gray-robed Priest quickly made this judgment, and a cheer erupted from the apprentices.

At least now they didn’t have to worry about suddenly losing their faith in the Holy Master like that pathetic abnormal individual on the ground.

However, as the examination continued, the expression on the gray-robed Priest’s face became increasingly grave.

The man’s mind was in a jumbled mess, and those unfamiliar emotional reflections came on fiercely, crushing the man in an instant. Now they were invading the man’s heart.

In all his years as a monk, he had never seen such a scene.

The man’s heart was generating uncontrollable pain, yet the cause of this pain did not stem from his physical functions but from some unknown, completely unfamiliar entity.

The gray-robed Priest looked down at the man curled up on the ground. He had helped countless people rid themselves of pain, but when faced with this abnormal individual who was in so much pain he couldn’t speak, he was helpless.

"I cannot cut out your brain."

He suspected that even the man’s brain structure might have changed under the influence of these unknown emotions, so from a rational perspective, they only had one solution left—to stop the man’s brain function. Only then could they eradicate the immense pain he was enduring.

However, he couldn’t do that.

Because when he checked Flynn Seine’s records, he found that he had seven months of life left.

More precisely, seven months later on Wednesday at 2 a.m., Flynn was scheduled to pass away quietly in the presence of his wife and newborn child.

This was the Holy Master’s arrangement for Flynn Seine. Although Griffin couldn’t understand whether the pain Flynn was currently experiencing was a test from the Holy Master or whether he had contracted some emotional virus caused by the appearance of nodal creatures, he absolutely could not alter the Holy Master’s plan.

Before Wednesday at 2 a.m. seven months later, no matter what torments this abnormal physique endured, he must stay alive.

"Maybe this will make you feel better."

Griffin injected a large amount of sedative into Flynn’s body, detecting that the excruciating pain had slightly subsided. At least Flynn could staggeringly get up from the ground, and to ensure that Flynn could safely live through these last seven months, Griffin decided he needed to observe him more closely, "Mr. Flynn, I am Griffin Monk. Please come to the Sanctuary to see me on Wednesdays and Saturdays in the coming weeks."

He adjusted Flynn Seine’s access level to tier two, meaning he would fully monitor Flynn Seine’s physical and mental status.

Meanwhile, it occurred to Griffin that this might also be a test from the Holy Master for him.

Being able to assist Flynn through the remainder of his life would be the key to passing his examination.

Meanwhile, Ethan also left the Sanctuary with the crowd. As he walked along the streets, he carefully observed the city. On the narrow streets, people came and went, but when he looked closely, he discovered that strangers almost never made any eye contact and were indifferent to anything happening around them.

He attempted to talk to passersby but was completely ignored.

"Heavens, the people here are even harder to deal with than the Old Gods!" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Saying this, he looked at the electricity element, but when Ethan turned his head, he was stunned for quite a while before blurting out, "Why is it you?"

The senior of the electricity element had disappeared at some point, replaced by the carefully dressed ice element. She wore an elegant smile, ready for the upcoming journey, "Because if you’re heading to a bar, it’s more stylish to have a female companion."