Wei Jun stood frozen, struggling to form a response. Deep down, he knew Chen Mei was right.
If he chose to become a High Inquisitor for the Church of Heaven, he would have to sever every connection to his current life.
It would mean abandoning his past, his name, and everything that had once defined him. He would become someone else entirely—a devoted enforcer of the church, bound by duty, stripped of personal desires.
Seeing his turmoil, Chen Mei's gaze sharpened, her voice carrying an icy edge.
"Even if I did like you back, Wei Jun, do you really think we could be together if you became a High Inquisitor?"
Her words struck like a blade. Wei Jun clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
Clearly, this was something he had long considered. But before he could answer, another voice broke the tense silence.
"You make it sound so terrible to serve the church, young miss of the Chen Clan. Could it be that you're a heretic?"
