Though the Red Lake was shrouded in countless rays of light, it suddenly turned cold at this moment.
Gu Shen looked at the old man reclining in his chair and smiled.
"Don't tell me you want to kill me?"
The radiance of a starry night could not compare to the sun. The old man seated by the Red Lake had reached the twilight of his years and was gravely ill.
Yet Gu Shen still did not have the slightest chance of victory—or confidence.
Gu Shen sensed the change in temperature in the surrounding radiance, and a trace of chill entered his smile.
The old man smiled as well. "I considered it."
Of course Gu Shen knew that God's Throne of Light had considered it. He simply had not expected the Throne himself to answer the question so candidly.
His expression became somewhat complicated.
"An uncertain factor like you is growing far too quickly... If you cannot be controlled, it is better to destroy you early." The old man reclined again and said lazily, "If you were me, would you show mercy?"
Gu Shen fell silent for a moment.
"You can't kill me tonight."
He looked at the old man in the recliner and spoke word by word. "There are many people at the Red Lake tonight. Tens of millions of eyes are watching what happens in the City of Light... The Empress and Bai Zhu are watching too."
"That makes sense... Since you know I was merely saying it, why are you so nervous?"
The old man smiled. "And why didn't you mention the King of the Underworld just now? Is he not among the backers behind you?"
"I told you, I'm not familiar with him. And like the Divine Hall, I despise him."
Gu Shen shrugged, trying his best