"So the Phoenix Society has molded me into a savior?" Lin Xian asked.
"No need to mold." Shi Weidong propped his hands on the table, looking at Lin Xian with a calm expression, and said, "When people are most desperate, they believe in the power of heroes. In Dragon Country, we have never believed in heavenly gods but only in heroes, because it is the ancestors who worked tirelessly to manage floods rather than gods descending, and it is the people who work hard to plant crops during drought and famine rather than divine benevolence. In such a situation, they naturally want a few people to stand up and rally the spirits, with the defeated morale of Dawn City during Extreme Night stirring the soul, and you happen to be one of those people."
Lin Xian was momentarily speechless, as countless bits of information exploded in his mind. Upon hearing Chu Yan's information, he immediately asked,
"Can we contact the Phoenix Society Headquarters now?"
