"How is Wanpiao doing?"
"I heard he just woke up for a while, ate some millet porridge and fell asleep again."
"Why didn't anyone stop Wanpiao?"
"What can I do? Is your persistence meaningful?"
Unlike usual, even though they had entered Ande Castle for rest, the Senate was still shrouded in gloom.
Wanpiao, as they referred to him, was the third-person nickname the elders had for Horn. After all, addressing him directly as His Majesty seemed too formal, and Saint's Grandson or Pope felt too ceremonious.
They decided on the code name "Wanpiao" for Horn.
Ultimately, the rules stipulated that all elders were equal, with one vote each, but clearly, Horn was more equal, so his one vote was worth ten thousand.
Their concern today was that Master Wan insisted on testing a great copper bow named "Ferdinand."
The power of Ferdinand's Great Bow was known to all; with one arrow, it could pierce a small hole in the mountain rock walls. One can imagine its might.
