"My lord, your divine might shakes the world. I truly cannot imagine who could possibly stand against you!"
Seeing that the battle had ended, Zhao Wujiu flew over and bowed to Li Xinge with clasped hands.
His eyes brimmed with reverence and awe for Li Xinge.
Li Xinge gave a helpless smile. "You... honestly, when did you become just like Old Jiang?"
The manifestation of the great sun golden crow sacred body slowly receded, returning to Li Xinge's body.
As it vanished, the temperature beneath the starry sky plummeted.
Li Xinge's expression turned solemn. "Old Zhao, after today, I want the whole world to know that the Second Priest of the Southern Wasteland Ancient Kingdom fell to me."
Zhao Wujiu's heart tightened. "My lord, do you intend to..."
"Three provinces are still too small."
Li Xinge clasped his hands behind his back and gazed down at the vast, boundless ancient land beneath his feet. The ambition in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
Defeating the Second Priest of the Southern Wasteland, a peerless expert renowned for thousands of years, was enough to make certain people face reality.
"I understand, my lord."
Their figures slowly faded beneath the starry sky.
Green Maple Valley.
Inside the Internal Affairs Hall.
Zhao Wujiu appeared soundlessly in the room of the Third Elder, Li Xuanyong.
Seeing Li Xuanyong bent over his desk, writing furiously, Zhao Wujiu did not interrupt him. Instead, he found himself a chair and sat down.
Half a quarter-hour later.
Li Xuanyong finally put down his brush and raised his head.
He froze upon seeing Zhao Wujiu, then smiled. "Old Zhao, you're back. Why didn't you say anything?"
Zhao Wujiu smiled. "You were busy, Third Elder, so I didn't interrupt. I'm merely an idle man. My time is of no consequence."