Founder of the Mesoamerican Federation!
Chief Sage of the Sage Council!
Longevity!
— Isreal!
The person who embodied a multitude of auras and glories seemed rather ordinary in Zhong Shenxiu's eyes.
Apart from his long beard, he looked no different from an ordinary Caucasian old man, perhaps with an additional air of scholarship about him.
"The Federation was established over seven hundred years ago. As a 'longevity,' if you haven't ascended or died accidentally, you could indeed live until now."
Zhong Shenxiu waved a hand, "Sit!"
"I'm just an ordinary old man, everything about the Federation has long since ceased to relate to me."
Isreal's eyes sparkled with wisdom as he sat in front of Zhong Shenxiu.
Though their garb may seem shocking and unconventional, passersby paid them no heed whatsoever.
"So... why did you choose not to appear when the Federation was severely damaged, yet now you appear before me?"
Zhong Shenxiu asked with a playful tone.
