"Spread your faith?"
The representatives of the three great empires exchanged glances, communicating with their eyes.
Ye Qing paid no attention to their exchange. He sat serenely in the seat of honor and poured a cup of tea for himself and Mu En, who was watching from beside him.
He knew that no matter how the three great empires discussed it, they would agree in the end. Without his appearance, they would have had almost no chance of holding out against the Sun Moon Empire's offensive. Their destruction would merely have been a matter of time.
Now that they had Ye Qing, however, they could not only ensure their countries' survival but also divide the spoils of the Sun Moon Empire, all for the dispensable price of spreading his faith.
Did something like this even require consideration?
Hadn't Sea God Tang San's divine name already been spread throughout the Douluo Continent and their three great empires for ten thousand years? Hadn't their empires carried on as usual, without it affecting their sumptuous food and drink in the slightest?
Now they were merely switching to someone else. There was no fundamental difference.
More importantly, the person asking them to establish a new faith would bring them tremendous benefits and territory!
Once the war ended, every one of them would have a chance to leave a name that endured through the ages, admired and celebrated by later generations.
There were simply too many reasons for them to agree.
As expected, after a brief exchange, the three Titled Douluos all stated that they would report the matter to the emperors of the three great empires and discuss it seriously.
Although they had not agreed outright, it was already all but certain. The emperors were not at the front, and Ye Qing had not