After stating his purpose, Liu Zhenhuan squinted, carefully observing the expressions of the envoys from both countries.
"Religion has no borders, faith knows no race," this lofty slogan, however ornate, couldn't hide Old Liu's ambitious intentions ———— His demand was beyond reasonable, it was excessive!
Imagine, if a Shaman of Divine Songs emerged from Bonaparte Medusa or the Dubin Kingdom in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, would the Bimon Kingdom respond to this divine representative's call and arm all their shamans to participate in foreign bloody wars?
Dream on!
