Cyril frowned and said, "Marshall, I expect you to behave properly. I have tolerated your bad habits for a long time, and I find them unbearable."

Marshall withdrew his hand, sniffed his fingers twice, and grinned. "Got it. Don't be upset. It was not easy running into an angel. It'd be a real shame not to have some fun with her first."

Cyril replied coldly, "I will say this one last time: focus, or get the hell out and stop interfering with my work."

Marshall straightened his face and immediately sliced Rosemary's fingertip.

Rosemary cried out in pain as blood flowed. It dripped onto the formation array, and once again, the statue at the altar's end shot out a beam of light directly toward her.

A rare smile finally appeared on Cyril's rigid face. He stepped forward and slowly removed the glove from his hand, then similarly cut his own finger. The beam of light was instantly drawn to him, streaming into his body one after another.

Rosemary watched helplessly, grinding her teeth in