The Silent Mountain Range had been destroyed, but the Sa Clan and Phosphorus Clan, its primary peoples, had not perished. A considerable number of their people and gods had come to this New World.
It was only natural for those in trouble to band together. No matter which kingdom or race they had belonged to in the past, once they arrived in this foreign land, lacking both security and numerical advantage, they naturally formed alliances and connected with one another on every level.
"It has nothing to do with me. I may have friends and relatives among the Moon God Knights, but I'm not even a believer myself."
"I know."
Wang Xi'er let out a sigh of relief. Even though she knew Lu PingAn was a calm person, when racial and tribal interests were involved, even the most rational people could become fanatics.
"It should, maybe, probably be one of my uncles or something. It could be Uncle Wang—Wang Sixiang's ancestor. The higher-ups have their own channels of communication."
Just like the high-level communication board on Lady Lin's side, demigods and those at the seventh or eighth tier had their own circles for exchanging information.
The forces that could be mobilized through their channels of information were far beyond the general public opinion outside. Different positions often meant entirely different ways of doing things. Many seemingly incomprehensible decisions ultimately came down to differing sources of information and differing standpoints.
Lu PingAn's group's goodwill toward and attempts to persuade the Ancient City Phosphorus People were conveyed through some channel to the Moon God Phosphorus People, who were anxiously searching for a way out.
So, they came quite naturally.
"Should we refuse them? There's no reason to refuse, and we can't refuse either."
As Mercury 42's representative for native interests, Lu Lu