Gan Tang didn't waste time, as she might have to go over at any moment.
After Gan Tang left, Wei Jing poured himself a cup of sour plum soup, gazing towards the south. He truly hadn't expected such a big event over in Nanyang.
In the Divine Land, the turmoil of tens of thousands of Lost Souls parading, able to carry the banner of the righteous cause, seemed to have happened only two or three times over the millennia.
However, Nanyang...
Wei Jing contemplated and decided to enter a room, where he opened an ancient painting, hung it on the wall, and lit a stick of incense.
"There's something I feel I should ask you to pay attention to.
I know your rules, rest assured, I'm not asking for your direct intervention.
If something wants Wen Yan to become the Han Envoy, lend a hand.
After all, what he does is worthy of support.
Moreover, I owe it to his fortune that I can live peacefully here."
Wei Jing only lit incense but did not offer a prayer.
