I decided to give Hera and the others a hand and revive Zeus.
I could tell that Hera really wasn't a good leader. The reason she had brought those people from Olympus to Great Xia was because she had run out of options. She had to revive Zeus; otherwise, she didn't even know how to deal with the predicament before her.
If she didn't come and the plan to revive Zeus fell through, she would become a sinner of Mount Olympus. Not to mention anything else, even the other members of the Twelve Main Gods would no longer listen to her.
But she had never considered why things had turned out this way, much less what those who had forced her to Great Xia were really plotting.
Ye Jinghong didn't speak for a long time. I quietly smoked.
Then she suddenly looked at me. "Can you be sure that the revived Zeus will still be the original Zeus? Even if he is, will he acknowledge the agreement you made with Hera? He suffered at Guiguzi's hands before, and he has always eyed East Asia greedily. Aren't you afraid that after his resurrection, he'll become a powerful enemy of Great Xia? Most of them are now on Great Xia's soil, and we have no means of restraining them at all. If something really happens, can you keep the situation under control?"
I gave a bitter smile. I really had considered those questions. I knew that the greatest unknown was what kind of person the revived Zeus would be and what attitude he would have toward Great Xia. I had prepared for the worst—that after his resurrection, Zeus would lead this group in turning their guns on Great Xia. That was why I hadn't agreed to Hera right away. I was also