Liu Zhi hadn't expected to be so popular. Faced with an invitation from a Mythic Big Boss of the elves, he hesitated. He couldn't quite tell what kind of relationship Beiqi had with these people.
They didn't seem like members of the same pantheon.
Nor did they seem to belong to the same government.
And a superior-subordinate relationship was even less likely. Though these Mythic beings weren't as powerful as Beiqi, who had reached level 17, they were still Mythic. From their interactions, Liu Zhi could tell they were equals, and even rivals.
The arrangement struck Liu Zhi as rather strange.
After thinking it over, he concluded that it must be unique to the Rogar'a Plane.
After all, the Rogar'a Plane was a hub where players gathered and passed through.
The number of players on this plane alone was more than ten times that of a normal plane.
The Southern Swamp Plane might have around three or four hundred thousand players, but this plane's player population was probably close to ten million.
That was why there was a Main City built specifically for players.
For the same reason, Beiqi, as the Rogar'a Plane's prime god, couldn't possibly manage so many players. Nor could he make them all pull together. Giving up part of his authority had naturally become his main option.
At the same time, Liu Zhi had noticed that Beiqi had glossed over a few things in their earlier conversation. Liu Zhi wondered whether the Rogar'a Plane had originally been something other than a player hub, and whether it had become one because of the path Beiqi had chosen.
If so, then Beiqi hadn't actually loosened his control over the Rogar'a Plane. He simply knew what he wanted.
Could he have other ways of controlling the gods on his