"Would you even listen to heresy?" Quentin Wolf spoke with some disdain, "It's hard to imagine, do you also call yourself the spokesperson of the God of War?"
"Originally, I had no sympathy for heresy, but now, I suddenly find Miss Qian Qian's words to be very sensible. The specific effects of the battle hymn, as a priest, I couldn't be clearer—it indeed can't possibly function for dozens of generations. Such an extended cooldown period is implausible." Liu Zhenhan smiled wryly, "Sorry, I've always treated certain records in the sacred law as stories and legends without considering whether these stories should make logical sense. Now that I think about it, it's preposterous to suppose that a single battle hymn could corrupt an entire race! If we burn our own kin at the stake based on such texts, without discernment, it is far too rash and simplistic. Even the act of suicide is viewed as sacrilege in the doctrine, and of course, so is prematurely ending a Beamon's life."
