In the city of That Country, there was a considerably large, open, circular square.
This square was shaped like a circle with a multitude of ancient-looking, time-weathered, green stones placed around its edge, each stone engraved with different mysterious characters.
In the very center of the square stood a stage constructed of wood.
At this moment, Xue Jing was sitting there in a dominating posture.
Beneath him was an old wooden chair woven from branches and vines.
Looking down at the citizens of That Country, who were busy moving various sacrificial items and laying them out on the square, Xue Jing yawned.
The sudden invasion by That Country had done him a small favor, allowing him to display his personal combat strength directly in front of the Elders Council of This Country without needing any other reason.
Afterward, things became quite simple. Once he had Renea translate that sentence for him, there was silence for a while, but nobody dared to stand up and object.
