"Well, Dad, are we doing this or not?"
Hearing Qian Xunzong's words, Qian Daoliu could not help tightening his fists.
"This... the Worship Hall's offerings cannot act freely according to the rules. As the Pope, I..."
At that, disappointment flashed through Qian Xunzong's eyes. His old man was being far too indecisive...
However, Qian Daoliu's next words left both brothers stunned. Qian Daoliu said calmly:
"I—I am the Pope of Spirit Hall, so I truly cannot break the rules too much. At most, I can bring in six people..."
"Only six..." Qian Xunji, who had been about to speak, suddenly realized what he meant and cried out in shock.
"Fuck, six? Dad, there are only seven offerings in total, and you're bringing out six of them?!"
Qian Xunzong was equally speechless.
Damn it, if you could do that, you should've said so earlier. And you were still talking about rules... what a poser!
Qian Daoliu coughed twice and declared righteously, "Ahem, Zong'er has a point. Opportunity does not come twice. For the lasting peace and prosperity of the continent's people, Spirit Hall has a duty to act!"
"Pah, what a damn poser!!"
The two brothers silently mocked him in their hearts.
"Then let's do it!!!" Qian Xunji slapped his palm, his eyes brimming with excitement.
"Uh, but these two great empires have endured for a thousand years. Their foundations must run deep. They do not rely solely on their vast armies; they naturally possess quite a few high-level combatants."
"If we go to war, we must strike both empires at the same time. Otherwise, the other side will react quickly and take precautions.
"If the Worship Hall splits into two forces, we likely will not be able to take them down quickly. If word gets out, it will damage Spirit