Old Liu sighed over the phone. "The other side is too strong—so strong that none of our people are a match for him."
"Then listen to him. That'll do. A wise man submits to circumstances." Wenren Sheng was not merely talking tough from the sidelines.
Rather, he had deeply realized that among the countless large and small worlds, the strong truly could do whatever they pleased.
"But how can we listen to him? He wants to turn us all into slaves of faith."
"Doing nothing every day, praying to him every day."
"Then all our power will be transmitted to him. How are we supposed to live like that?"
"How could we possibly tolerate an immortal like that?" Old Liu understood that Wenren Sheng was not telling them to become traitors, but speaking of the way to survive.
It was like facing a powerful enemy—there was nothing shameful about fleeing.
Fighting to the death and losing one's foundation in the end—that was what was shameful.
Wenren Sheng smiled faintly. "That's true. An immortal like that is quite infuriating."
"All right, then. Take me to see this fellow. Let me see just what kind of three-headed, six-armed monster he is, to dare act so recklessly."
Wenren Sheng himself had over a hundred thousand Mystery Points and had roamed countless worlds, yet even he had never been so utterly unscrupulous.
And now, an immortal was acting so brazenly in the place where he had been born.
He wanted to see this for himself.
Eastern Continent did not permit anyone this badass to exist.
If there was one, it could only be him.
Yes, that was what he thought.
Of course, before going, Wenren Sheng switched to his substitute.
Then he brought along his cousin.
They boarded the Hyperspace Train.
After Old Liu