Aslan spoke smugly as if he was proud of his identity.

“You need to join the queue to become Philip’s follower.

He has many followers, you know!” Aslan said arrogantly, afraid that this guy wanted a piece of the pie.

Abraham smiled.

He had no intention of becoming anyone’s follower.

“You’re out of your depths.

Someone like me will never become someone’s follower so easily.” As an elite clergy, Abraham had a distinguished status.