"Indra, you must stand up for us! Wuwuwu..."
In the Sacred Mountain Temple deep within the grassland, Emperor Shitian sat cross-legged on a lotus throne, looking at the leaders of various states below who were crying, their delicate brows furrowed deeply.
"What exactly is going on?"
"It's all because of the peasants in the Tamil State..."
"Nonsense, it was you from Kerala State who killed our people first!"
"What if the Brahmins killed a few of your peasants?! After all, they don't really die! But you, taking turns violating the Holy Maiden to death, that's simply outrageous!"
"It was clearly her wearing revealing clothes, deliberately seducing our warriors!"
...
Listening to the chaos below, a faint weariness hovered over Emperor Shitian's mind, and he couldn't help but gently rub his temples in annoyance.
He felt that if he weren't sitting right in front of these people, this rabble would immediately start an all-out brawl in the true sense!
