C2 Saintess Candidate

"Uncle, why are there so many people? What happened?" Yang Fann asked a person beside him.

"I heard that the youngest daughter of Earl Xi Men, Diya, was selected as the candidate for the saintess of Bright Holy Temple. The big carriage in front of the door is the Temple Messenger."

"Candidate for the saintess?"

"Yes. Today, they specifically came to inform Earl Xi Men to let his youngest daughter cultivate in Preston Academy! Sigh, this is amazing!" That person let out a sigh of admiration.

Yang Fann had heard that the Bright Holy Temple would hold a selection for the saintess every ten years. The Bright Holy Temple was an existence that was somewhere outside of the Four Great Empires and the Five Elements Small Empires. Its status was no less than the Four Great Empires on the continent. The status of the Pope of the Bright Holy Temple even surpassed the kings of Four Great Empires. The reason was that the Bright Holy Temple had sent countless talents to various countries every year. Almost all the famous generals and warriors on the continent came from the Bright Holy Temple. The number of talents they possessed was even more numerous. The Preston Academy belonged to the Bright Holy Temple.

The saintess was second only to the Pope. According to the legends, the saintess could communicate with the God of Light and pray to the Bright Holy Temple, which was why her status was so high.

Yang Fann was not full of admiration and admiration like the others. Instead, he felt a sense of loss in his heart. In fact, deep in his heart, there had always been a kind of love for Diya.

However, due to his background and status, he had never said a word to her. He had been watching her in secret. In Yang Fann's heart, he was satisfied with just a glance at her from afar. And now... Yang Fann felt that he and Diya were even further away from each other. The first time Yang Fann saw Diya was three years ago. Three years ago... He accidentally bumped into the evil young master, Aaron, who was also the mayor's son. He was beaten black and blue by Aaron's servants until he fell to the ground with a swollen face. Coincidentally, he ran into Diya's family, who had just moved here. Diya seemed to be a little curious as she kept staring at the embarrassed Yang Fann. After that, she actually walked in front of Yang Fann and handed him a white handkerchief.

The first time Yang Fann saw Diya, he was deeply attracted by Diya's temperament. He had never seen such a beautiful girl, and no one had ever handed him a handkerchief after he got beaten up.

Yang Fann only remembered that he had just foolishly looked at Diya at that time. He even took a long time to react. He mechanically took the handkerchief and forgot the pain on his face.

From that time on, Yang Fann had an indescribable feeling towards Diya in his heart. Every time he saw her, he would feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

"Look, they are coming out!"

Just as Yang Fann was immersed in his own memories, a wave of noise from the crowd called him back. He looked up and saw three people walking out of the door side by side. The one in the middle was dressed in a white robe and had a cold expression. He must be the Temple Messenger. On the left was Diya's father, Count Ximen. On the right was a middle-aged man with a short and fat body and a smile on his face. He was Mayor Jacker, whom Yang Fann hated the most.

Behind the three of them were the mayor's sons, Aaron and Diya. Yang Fann shifted his gaze to Diya's fresh and refined face. Although he had seen her countless times, he still felt suffocated at this moment.

"Messenger, this child's matter is entirely up to you. I hope the messenger will take care of it!" Jacker smiled and the fat on his face piled up, causing Yang Fann to feel nauseous in his heart. Beside him, Count Ximen also revealed a trace of disdain on his face.

"Ok, got it!" A hint of impatience appeared on the face of the Temple Messenger. He then turned to Count Ximen and said, "Lord Count, I hope you can arrive at Preston on the fifth day of next month. Someone will receive you at that time."

"Please rest assured, Messenger. I will definitely arrive on time with my daughter." Count Ximen cupped his hands and said.

"That's good. I still have matters to attend to, so I won't be staying any longer. There's no need for the two of you to see me off!"

"Farewell, emissary!"

"[Envoy, please!]"

The Temple emissary cupped his hands, turned around, and entered the carriage, leaving behind a trail of dust.

After the Ximen family saw off the Temple Messenger, they also turned around and returned to the residence.

Yang Fann watched Diya disappear behind the door. His originally enthusiastic and excited mood instantly fell, and he walked towards his home alone.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Liu family restaurant, Yang Fann saw a group of people dressed like waiters punching and kicking at a slovenly middle-aged man. Yang Fann curiously walked forward.