Beisha Country, Beisha Security Department Headquarters.
The lion-like Li Zhu sat in his office chair reading the latest intelligence reports, a look of amazement on his face.
'Donghua... It's not just Zhou Yuanjue who's a genius there. What an incredible country. To think a mere Martial Artist who just reached the Celestial Level could achieve so much...'
Li Zhu muttered to himself, his eyes shining with a peculiar light.
That country always seemed to produce people who create miracles, as if blessed by the heavens themselves. It was enough to make one envious.
"The Martial Artists of Donghua have already set an example. We can't just remain idle like this any longer..."
Li Zhu's expression grew heavy as he recalled the recent battle.
