"Ancient Martial Saint."
Ding Zhongyuan couldn't help but lean forward, saying somewhat eagerly, "Immortal Country needs the strength of every individual…"
"Listen to me completely."
Gu Jinlai waved his hand, "When I go to Immortal Country, I will just be an ordinary Martial Saint. Given the strength Immortal Country has to face the Devil army directly, Martial Saints and Saints are probably not few in number. One more of me won't make a difference, and one less of me won't either. Therefore, I'd rather stay in the Holy Dynasty to see if I can persuade the upper echelons in the future."
He felt he hadn't misused the words "persuade."