I couldn't help asking the Great Living Buddha, "Was the person you mentioned Zeus?"
The Great Living Buddha frowned. "Zeus? How could that be? If Zeus were still alive, how could so many things have happened?"
I was stunned.
The powerful figure the Great Living Buddha spoke of, someone even the Nicholas Family's Grand Duke could not handle in person, was not Zeus as I had guessed. Then who was it? And from the way the Great Living Buddha spoke, he seemingly had never suspected that Zeus was still alive.
Before long, though, I saw the Great Living Buddha sink into thought.
Only after a while did he raise his head and look at me. "Do you suspect Zeus isn't dead? If that's true, then resurrecting Zeus is a farce. No—it should be called a conspiracy."
I had to admit, the Great Living Buddha was indeed formidable. He could see the bigger picture from the smallest clue and understand the meaning behind a single note.
I had only said one sentence, yet he had already thought of so much.
"Did that person tell you? Could Zeus truly not be dead?" The Great Living Buddha clearly hoped to confirm whether what I had said was true.
But it wasn't just me. Even Guiguzi and Jiang Shang could not be certain.
I gave a light cough. "This was Jiang Shang's deduction. It hasn't been confirmed yet. We can only say it's a possibility."
"If that's the case, what exactly does Zeus want?" The Great Living Buddha narrowed his eyes. I told him that Jiang Shang suspected Zeus wanted to use this opportunity to eliminate the dissidents on Mount Olympus, but the Great Living Buddha shook his head. "I don't think so. Zeus has supposedly been dead for many years—who knows how many