Qian Qian nodded affirmatively.
Liu, shocked, sucked in a breath of cool air. This was no battle song, this was practically the Guanyin of fertility! Among Liu's several wives, the Fairy Dragon was the rarest of the Dragon Clan, with notoriously low fertility. Helen was a Fawkes, Avril was a Mermaid, none of them belonged to a species that could easily conceive. As for Ning Yu, it went without saying—just as the saying goes: "Like an old clam bearing pearls," the Clam Girls of the Mo Shao Clan could never conceive young. The invention of this battle song was an absolute blessing to Liu, or any other species with a dwindling population!
"If that's the case, then isn't it still a 'battle song'?" scoffed the Pope disdainfully. "Lord Mourinho's self-created battle song is a magic-attack-type battle song, and what exactly did your ancestor Plutini do? Overturn the verdict? Ridiculous!"
