Looking at the young woman before him who claimed to be a vessel for The Emperor's Will, Zhou Yun could not help shrugging.
He pointed outside and said,
"Outside, my good buddy Lena the Big Dummy thinks she was chosen by His Majesty The Emperor too."
"Why don't you two have a chat?"
Zhou Yun had already stopped caring.
Faced with all kinds of chosen ones in Ashford's lower hive and underhive, he did not even have the energy to tell the real from the fake anymore.
A vessel for The Emperor's Will?
Fine, fine. If you say you are, then you are. Even if you said you were The Emperor's kid born from His ass crack, he'd believe you.
"She is that one's tool." Jeanne lowered her head and said softly, "So am I. Anyone can be."
"It is only that our purposes and responsibilities differ."
"Is that so?"
Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light at the corner of his eye.
"What a coincidence. I am actually the angel's chosen one."
Hearing Zhou Yun's words, Jeanne blinked her hazy doe-like eyes in confusion.
She looked Zhou Yun up and down skeptically, shrank her neck, and said, "Really?"
Zhou Yun's eye twitched.
No, when he said Lena had been chosen by The Emperor, she did not object.
But when he said he was the angel's chosen one, all he got was a "really?"
Though Zhou Yun himself had always been doubtful of the winged figure in the white light.
"No, I did not mean that I doubted you."
Noticing Zhou Yun's expression, Jeanne hurriedly said in a somewhat flustered tone,
"It is just... the Archangel has already sacrificed himself. Completely sacrificed himself."
The quieter Jeanne spoke, the more she and Zhou Yun simply stared at