"Golden Crocodile, what do you mean by this?" Qian Daoliu asked angrily, embarrassment turning to rage.
"Great Priest, I think it's still too early to discuss this. After all, it'll be a long time before your children grow up. And do you really think anyone will let them grow up safely?" Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo shrugged helplessly.
"I... I understand what you mean. The children haven't even been born yet, and even after they are, there are countless ways they could die young. Although I've become a god, I'm still not the strongest. We must remain wary of such matters. Xue'er doesn't care for power. Otherwise, if she became the next Pontiff, our lives would be much easier." Qian Daoliu sighed helplessly, his face dark.
"Actually, Great Priest, we still have another way out: division. We gather all the Platinum Bishops loyal to our Elder Hall, find a place to establish a new Spirit Hall, launch campaigns outward, and bring smaller factions under our command. But this is no trivial matter. We cannot let even a whisper leak out, or Pontiff Bibi Dong will purge us."
"My plan is this: we act in secret first, gather a group of Platinum Bishops, and establish the foundations of our power. Then we change our identity, formally draw a line between ourselves and the Spirit Hall led by Bibi Dong, and create a force entirely controlled by the Angel Lineage. This plan is expected to take two to three years. I wonder whether the Great Priest can afford to wait?" Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo fully put his intelligence to use and presented Qian Daoliu with his plan. As for whether Qian Daoliu accepted it, that was none of his concern.
Qian Daoliu was clearly persuaded by Golden Crocodile Douluo's plan. It