What a crowd!
With a resounding crash, more than a hundred distinguished figures, dressed in extraordinary attire, stepped out of their cars. Their eyes were filled with anticipation as they gazed at the hut as if it were their last hope.
"The Xi Xia Imperial Clan, led by Xia Hou Jun, the 32nd generation ruler, accompanied by Xi Xia officials, has come to request the assistance of the God of War in saving our Xi Xia!" The handsome young man bowed deeply and shouted loudly.
Nearly a hundred Xi Xia nobles immediately dropped to their knees and shouted in unison, "Please, God of War, come out and save Xi Xia!"
Their screams were agonizing, and the foreheads of these high-ranking nobles were even bleeding from kowtowing.
However, inside the hut, there was still silence, as if no one was present.
After a long while...
The door of the hut was pushed open, and amidst the ecstatic expressions of the crowd, a young man dressed as a scribe emerged.
He had a cold and indifferent expression as he said sternly, "My teacher has retired and will not interfere in worldly affairs. Please leave."
Everyone instantly exploded with anger. How could the God of War refuse to see them? What should they do now?
Xia Hou Jun was somewhat determined and stepped forward, saying, "Please inform the God of War that the ruler of Xi Xia has an important matter to discuss and requests a meeting with him."
"I have already stated that he won't see anyone. Don't you understand human language?" The scribe glared impatiently at Xia Hou Jun.
He had been raised by Jiang Wanjun since he was a child, and he had never left this forest. In his eyes, there was only Jiang Wanjun, and he naturally had no patience for others.
"How dare you!"
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