Yan Shi said anxiously, "Prophet, no, we must participate!"
Pu Lin's eyes flashed with a cold light as he said angrily, "If you still regard me as the Prophet, don't say any more. Otherwise, you'd be sinners of the Pu Yan tribe."
Pu Lin had always been kind, so his sudden anger left Yan Shi and his brother at a loss, unable to speak for a moment as they looked at each other.
The Pope sighed softly, nodded to Pu Lin, and said, "Prophet, don't worry. I remember what you said. No matter when, the Pu Yan tribe will always be friends of the church."
Pu Lin smiled with relief and said, "That's enough. Everyone, continue your discussion. I will go first to dispatch the Tilu warriors to prepare for tomorrow's battle." Having said that, he chanted a spell, glowed with light, and disappeared before everyone's eyes. This venerable elder had already sacrificed too much for his people. Everyone present simultaneously bowed deeply towards the spot where Pu Lin had disappeared.
