This was not a large country. By Lu PingAn's old standards, it was only about one-fifth or one-quarter the size of a provincial capital.
If this world were an ocean, then the Ancient Sword Spirit before him and his country would probably be nothing more than a small island on the frontier.
"We are willing to offer you assistance, as long as you do not slaughter freely within my country." Apparently, in the other's eyes, Lu PingAn was a Demon King of Slaughter.
But Lu PingAn had never intended to make a move. Even if he could easily plunder everything, that was not his style.
"I need intelligence. Intelligence on every aspect." Lu PingAn sighed. He truly considered himself a friendly pacifist, but no one ever believed him.
Now he understood why he had found nothing after searching all this way.
Once writing had been monopolized by the so-called gods, all manner of information and World's Mysteries naturally fell into the hands of those gods.
Lu PingAn glanced out the window and saw a nervous-looking woman at the center of the guards' encirclement, wearing a crown. Perhaps knowledge and intelligence were also monopolized by the descendants of gods.
Lu PingAn had already sensed the peculiarities of this world.
Perhaps it was rich, but it was remarkably "pure." Pure because it had not been tainted by knowledge; pure because its pristine ecology had not suffered the environmental pollution of intelligent races.
The world was indeed relatively beautiful, but that seemed to rest on excessively fertile land and nearly limitless output. Still, all of it felt far too unnatural.
Yet Lu PingAn always felt that this world could not be so simple. Its energy level was very high, and someone like him was not suppressed in the slightest, yet he had never