“I don't care who Jared is. Since that fellow dares to ruin Crafting Clan, there's no way I will sit by and do nothing. By the looks of the two of you, I bet you've lost all your internal energy. Stay here and get some rest first!”
With that, Yosef waved his palm, and a statue in the main hall glowed faintly. Then, waves of energy visible to the human eye entered Pascal and Sherman's bodies endlessly.
The two felt their bodies extremely relaxed, and their power returned to its peak in a flash.
“Yosef, what's this?” Pascal asked in bewilderment.
“This is faith energy in the purest form. Those worshippers you all saw traveled miles and went through all kinds of hardships to come here. Only with such faith can the purest form of faith energy be produced! It's a hundred times more powerful than the resource you use. With my faith energy, I can easily create a twenty-odd-year-old Martial Arts Saint!” Yosef said smugly.
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