"Establish a Nation? Haha, that sounds like an old man's name. It won't be easy to find," Old Zheng's voice rang out. "But I'm Jian Shen. Want to make do with that?"
Lin Yu looked at Old Zheng. Ever since seeing Old Zheng's true appearance, Lin Yu had been able to imagine his expression whenever he spouted nonsense.
"I'm not joking, Old Zheng."
Lin Yu spoke seriously.
The amusement faded from Old Zheng's voice. "Then you really need some psychological counseling, Boss."
"This isn't the first time I've carried out a plan that sounds insane," Lin Yu said calmly. "My 'Rank Advancement Mission' requires me to join different factions... Since every faction is already packed with Players who are eyeing me and whom I can't beat, I might as well form my own 'faction' and join this war."
Lin Yu spoke earnestly.
After confirming once more that Lin Yu was indeed serious, Old Zheng stopped joking around and spoke seriously instead. "But this doesn't sound very feasible. This war is on a national scale, led by Xia Jin's Great Shaman and the Zhi Zi Department. The Demon Race across the northern border of Sanqiu will be dragged into it, and even the Northern Witch King's succession and usurpation among the Spirit Race is merely one of the minor incidents within this greater backdrop. What kind of faction could you possibly establish in such a short time that would allow you to participate in an event of this scale?"
"What's more, your goal is to avoid drawing the attention of Zuo Xi, White Sand, and Fluoxetine... But forming a faction will inevitably attract attention, no matter how deeply you hide behind the scenes."
"And if you make such an obvious move and interfere with the 'changes' in the Black Marsh World