Disciples from Mala Village only

The next day, Chen Xuan gathered all the members of the delegation.

"So that's the situation," he announced to everyone seated around him. "I've decided to establish a sect here so we can qualify for the Immortal Alliance's tournament. Once those two months are up, the delegation will be able to use the tournament to make its appeal to every cultivator in the land. There are bound to be brave souls willing to head west and support France in its war against England."

"Your Excellency Divine Envoy... you truly are France's savior!" Baron Milton was deeply moved. "Lady Joan of Arc was right to recommend you."

"I'm sorry. I misjudged you before, thinking that despite being a Divine Envoy, you had never conveyed our pleas to the Lord God." Marlena bowed her head sincerely. "But now I understand. Whether the Lord God is watching over us doesn't matter. At least you truly care about every one of us!"

The other members were likewise overwhelmed with gratitude, and praise poured forth without end.

Their enthusiastic response bordered on flattery, but Chen Xuan could understand it. In their eyes, he belonged neither to the French royal family nor to the Witches' Assembly. On top of that, he held the exalted status of Divine Envoy. He had no reason to tie his fortunes to France.

At Joan of Arc and Charles VII's request, he had brought the delegation east, met the eastern ruler, and explained their purpose. Strictly speaking, his job as delegation leader was already over. Whether their diplomatic mission secured an alliance was hardly something a delegation leader could decide. Even if he washed his hands of the matter now, France would have no grounds to blame him.

France was hardly the only country that worshipped the Lord God. A Divine