C1425 The Voices Were like a Tide
"Do you intend to create a god?"
"Exactly."
Shi Qianfeng paused in his sword-cleaning, set the blade gently aside, and withdrew a scroll.
The scroll hovered in midair, unfurling slowly.
It depicted a woman clad in a green battle robe.
Her gaze was tender as she looked out from the parchment at Weng Junzhang, her smile brimming with warmth
