When she heard those words, Weisheng Le was rendered utterly speechless.
When she had sent her message earlier, she had not avoided Zi Zhen or Weisheng Moran. That showed she did not care about them at all, nor did she care about anything on the Divine Tomb Seat. All she wanted was to complete her mission and earn merit.
Who would have thought that the pride she considered so justified deep in her bones would now turn around and bite her?
Weisheng Le's Astral God Origin remained locked onto Weisheng Moran. Even at this point, she still found it hard to believe—not only their strength, but also their motives.
"You already have the capital to stand tall, yet you still empathize with the lowly commoners of the Divine Tomb Seat?"
To her, it was incomprehensible.
"Miss, listen to me!"
Weisheng Le also knew that she had fallen into their hands, and that survival was hanging by a thread. She had no choice but to put away her pride and begin patiently persuading them.
"Clearly, Tai Yu does not treat you well. You are an Illusory God cultivator? That young lady just now is a ghostgod? And Li Tianming is a beastmaster. The place you truly belong is our Yuanhao Universe Empire! We are the free nation where a hundred flowers bloom together, one that can accommodate every system and race! Closed clan-states like the Primordial Chaos Clan will only use you, oppress you, and discard you in the end! Only we can give you a future!" Weisheng Le said excitedly.
Seeing that Weisheng Moran said nothing, she sensed an opening and continued, "In fact, after learning of Li Tianming's performance at the Divine Treasury Assembly, Yuanhao specifically established a department whose goal is to bring him, as well as all