The awkward atmosphere within the Heavenly God Golden Hall lingered for a long while before the veteran Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice Gui Gu finally broke the deadlock.
"High Priest, threatening Divine Envoy Ye some days ago was indeed somewhat petty and excessive. We can express our apologies for it.
"However, with this great calamity hanging over us, countless tribes face the threat of total annihilation. And now, only Divine Envoy Ye has the ability to help.
"I ask the High Priest to help smooth things over, invite Divine Envoy Ye here, and properly discuss disaster relief."
At this point, High Priest Nahar's voice became incomparably heavy. "No matter what, we cannot stand by and watch those hundreds of millions of Sand Clan people starve and thirst to death alive!"
High Priest Nahar's gaze flickered. Gui Gu's words were indeed grand and righteous, and they were also true.
But everyone understood that if not for the sake of their own interests, which of the Sand Sea Divine Sacrifices before him would lower their old faces and beg him and Ye Zhen?
Their purpose was indeed to save those Sand Clan people on the brink of death. Yet if the deaths of those Sand Clan people did not affect their fundamental interests, they would never be this anxious.
Although High Priest Nahar saw through all of this, to him, as long as more Sand Clan people could be saved, that was enough.
"This old man will try."
With High Priest Nahar personally stepping forward to invite Ye Zhen back to the Heavenly God Golden Hall of the Golden Tribe to discuss the great matter of disaster relief—
No matter how unwilling Ye Zhen was, he had to give him that respect.
Moreover, the disaster caused by this hurricane sandstorm could not be