"Your Excellency, the Dharma King, His Majesty has asked me to extend his greetings to you!"
At the topmost level of the Magic God's Tower, a person arrived, bowed to Tver, and then spoke respectfully.
Tver's face remained calm as he looked at the person below and said indifferently, "The Divine Light Dynasty has sent someone here. Is there any matter?"
"The rebels of the Snow Mountain Holy Hall have caused chaos, causing our Divine Light Dynasty to lose three major cities in a short time, plunging the Bright Continent into war.
Such actions go against the harmony of heaven, so His Majesty specifically sent me here, hoping the Mage Guild could come forward and join forces with our Divine Light Dynasty to suppress the Snow Mountain Holy Hall.
To show sincerity, the Divine Light Dynasty is willing to offer an ancient divine artifact as gratitude to the Mage Guild!"
As Mark spoke, he took out a golden staff directly from the Space Ring.
