Li Weiliang raised her eyebrows, standing before the steps of King Ming's throne, gazing down with mocking eyes at the two Vice Sect Hierarchs, Divine Envoys, Dharma Kings, and the numerous Red Priests below.
"Who among those present in this hall has the resources, spare effort, strength, and the will to rescue the Beicheng district?"
Lin Rui also frowned slightly, his voice serious: "My friends! Although I am new, I am aware that to the north of Da Cheng Country is one of the Light God Sect's largest districts. Not only does it boast 230 million adherents of the Light, but it's also the most important source of our sect's wealth. It is the very foundation of the Light God Sect and must not be lost. Dharma King, I would like to know how many troops and masters the Main Temple currently has available for deployment?"
He turned his gaze toward a man on his left, clad in white, tall and slender, with a refined and handsome face.
