Governor of He Fang Island, Daniel, sat in his office looking at the intelligence report in his hands with a puzzled expression.
"What on earth are those dimwits up to this time?"
It wasn't just in He Fang; believers of the Light God Sect in the entire North Sea Domain were stirring, as if some major event were about to take place.
"Could it be that after a few years of calm, they're planning to wage war against the Futan Sect again? Damn."
Just the thought of such a possibility gave Daniel an instant headache. If these two religious factions were to clash, it would muddy the waters of the entire North Sea Domain, and the strategic layout he had carefully put in place would be thoroughly disrupted.
"Creak." A handsome young man walked in from outside, his son, Jack.
"What have you been up to lately?"
"I've told you already," said Jack as he flopped onto the couch.
"You're planning to take over the people from the seventh division of the police headquarters?"
