"Uncle, how much longer until it's our turn?"
Many people were waiting in line in front of the Divine Palace of Bemond.
One of them was a young man in luxurious clothes with a noble bearing. He had an impatient look on his face.
"Thirteen, wait a little longer. It'll be our turn soon. This is the Divine Palace of Bemond. It wasn't easy for our Willow Empire to obtain such a qualification to recommend you to the Divine Palace. You must cherish this opportunity."
"Uncle, our Willow Empire is so powerful. Why can't we enter the Divine Palace?"
The young man seemed very confused. In his eyes, the empire was prosperous and controlled dozens of territorial planets. It was considered a powerful civilization. He was also a high and mighty prince of the empire, who could obtain anything he wanted.
Now, they suddenly wanted to send him to the Divine Palace of Bemond, and in such a humble manner at that. He also felt very aggrieved.