"Contact God of War and Breeze and Rain?"

I hesitated for a moment before confirming, "You sure? During the War of Purple Grape City, I killed Breeze and Rain with my own hands. Can you promise me that they’ll not attack me immediately?"

Flowing Cloud giggled. "Relax, neither God of War nor Breeze and Rain are narrow-minded people, and you should have more confidence in your abilities. You’re the man who stands at the top of the continent right now. If you truly wish to join Elephant City, God of War will only welcome you with open arms. Seriously."

"Well, okay…" I nodded. "Stay here while you contact them. I’m worried that I might be surrounded and attacked the moment you’re gone."

"Hehe, don’t worry, I’m not leaving!"

Flowing Cloud sat down on a giant rock beside me, the pearl necklace hanging beneath her battle garment swaying to the movement of her legs. After she planted her sword on the ground, she began contacting all the major figures of India.

Around 15 minutes later, Flowing Cloud turned around and shot me a smile. "Alright, done. In half an hour, God of War,...