C50 The Host of the Ceremony

"Come on, kid, let's move. The altar lies beyond that door. I just tried it; seems like it won't budge."

Father Owen gently patted the shoulder of the distressed, heavyset man before turning to King Xiaoshan.

Zhang Ailian approached King Xiaoshan, her eyes brimming with gratitude. With a shy smile, she said, "Thank you for saving me