"Father, life is getting harder and harder," a youth complained to the middle-aged man before him after taking a sip of wine.
The middle-aged man sighed helplessly at his words. "Our lives and deaths are already in someone else's hands. What more is there to say?"
Hearing this, the youth slammed the table in indignation. "If not for the Venerable Lord—"
But then he noticed the surveillance device flashing red and swallowed the rest of his words.
Naturally, the middle-aged man knew what the youth wanted to say and immediately shot him a glare. "Silence!"
Casting a wary glance at the camera, the middle-aged man lowered his voice. "I know what you want to say."
"But... sigh."
A gloomy expression appeared on the youth's face. "If not for those Four Calamity Gods—"
Yet as the middle-aged man's expression grew increasingly stern, the youth's voice gradually faded until he said nothing more.
At that moment, the middle-aged man said coldly, "Nian'er, you should know what can be said and what cannot."
"You're still safe and sound now because you're lucky. But if the pigs of this world had truly heard you..."
"I'm sure you know what would happen."
At the middle-aged man's warning, the youth called Nian'er gradually went pale.
Seeing that the youth had taken his words to heart, the middle-aged man naturally did not continue lecturing him. He merely consoled him, "All right, Father isn't trying to scare you."
"Thinking about it now, the pigs of this world probably have no time to concern themselves with this place."
As he spoke, a helpless expression appeared on his face, and he said softly, "Besides, even without that one..."
"The Venerable Lord was only barely evenly matched with the monarch beneath Him."
Otherwise, He would not have perished, the middle-aged man