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