No Need to Explain My Actions

Ferhat Lebeko was no exception.

At the same time, the 100 people on the divine ship were all descendants of the gods.

However, their talent in martial arts was not good, and their status in the Oracle Palace was obviously not high.

At the front of the divine ship stood a man in a yellow robe. He was the one who had announced the oracle.

He was also a god.

However, this god was high and mighty, looking down on all living beings. He held the oracle in his hand and slowly looked at Ferhat.

Ferhat bowed slightly respectfully. "The Rain God has graced us with his appearance. My apologies for not welcoming you."

"Where are the descendants of the gods?"

The yellow-robed middle-aged man asked.

The warlock emperors of the Oracle Palace were all gods, and each had their own god names.

The yellow-robed middle-aged man was the Rain God. He had been in the Oracle Palace for much longer than Ferhat.