"Mr. Luo Wen, would you consider it?"
The Elder and Gan Fall looked at Luo Wen hopefully, truly wishing he would agree.
They also wanted to end this four-hundred-year war, but they lacked someone capable of delivering the final word.
Making Luo Wen the ruler of Sky Island would both show their respect and gratitude and resolve the issue.
"Do you really want me to become the ruler of Sky Island?"
Luo Wen understood what the two old men meant. They had practically laid the idea out in the open.
"The war between the Shandia Tribe and Sky Island has dragged on for more than four hundred years. We no longer wish to keep fighting."
Gan Fall spoke first. He had long since grown sick of the endless war.
"But if we were to choose a leader, neither side would fully accept anyone we chose. Only a hero like you could earn the recognition of both sides."
"We hope you will become the master of Sky Island, so that we may offer worship to you every day."
The Elder added earnestly.
Nami and the other girls were stunned. They had only been here for a day, and Luo Wen was already about to become the ruler of Sky Island?
The two men were indeed incredibly sincere—so sincere that Luo Wen wanted to complain.
The Shandia Tribe and Sky Island have fought for years, lamenting only that they had never met a worthy lord. If my lord does not disdain us, we wish to make you the new god of Sky Island and worship you daily?
Thinking of that, Luo Wen hurriedly wiped the image from his mind. That was far too unlucky.
"Sky Island holds no appeal for me. There is no need to discuss me becoming its ruler again."