"Even if the Qi Fortune of us mortals on the Divine Continent truly halts in two years, by then, each of our families can still rely on the powerful divine force of that entity to improve our circumstances somewhat, perhaps even to pass down our lineages in the remote corners of this world."
The crowd within the hall was immediately moved, and they began whispering, producing a humming sound.
However, at this moment, a voice that was sharp as a blade, piercing the ears, arose on the left side of the hall.
"This move is not only foolish, but also shameless!"
It was a thin man.
He appeared to be around forty, tall and slender, yet was as gaunt as a bone. Sitting there, he resembled an upright sword.
As he spoke, he stood up tall.
