Several people left the Great Hall of the Whale King. Ybur swam through the corridor and suddenly thought of a question:
Ninth Rank was already a demigod, having their own divine duty and honorific title, but the Whale King... seemed not to have one!
Was she only an Eighth Rank?
An Eighth Rank, yet tasked with quelling the deep-seated grievances among the various races, while also leading them to avoid the Behemoth... Ybur briefly imagined this and felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon him. He couldn't help but turn his head back, from this angle, he could still seemingly see the figure of the Whale King.
Actually, she wasn't that tall...
At that moment, he genuinely developed a sense of respect for the Sea Clan King.
"I have a plan," Sherry suddenly spoke.
Upon hearing Sherry's voice now, Ybur knew she was going to spout nonsense and quickly thought: "Shut up!"
"Really, it's a good idea, don't you want to hear it?"