Ancient Saint Mo Jie and Ancient Saint Hei Zhao endured the searing pain and humiliation from the grievous chest wounds Little Lingxi had inflicted with a single arrow as they walked into the grand hall of Tian Yuan Holy Palace, their steps somewhat heavy. Their faces were pale and their breaths unsteady, all their initial arrogance gone, though a trace of unwillingness still lingered deep in their eyes.
Inside the hall, Mo Lin sat high in the seat of honor, relaxed and at ease, while Yao Yao sat quietly beside him, as cold and detached as ever. Sixteen peerless beauties stood in rows on either side, calmly watching the two disheveled Ancient Saints. Little Lingxi, meanwhile, was held in Mo Lin's arms, idly playing with the Star God Bow whose radiance had already withdrawn. Her mismatched eyes—purple on the left, emerald on the right—curiously studied the newcomers.
Ancient Saint Mo Jie took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood within him, then bowed to Yao Yao once more. His tone carried one final attempt at persuasion. "Lord Third God, we were discourteous just now. But our god's sincerity remains unchanged. You are an innate deity, transcending the mundane world. To you, the living beings of these heavens are but fleeting blossoms. Why become enemies with our god for their sake and bring needless trouble upon yourself? If you merely nod, this vast Tian Yuan Realm can be shared with you in the future!"
Ancient Saint Hei Zhao hurriedly added in an earnest tone, "Indeed, my lord! Your divinity has yet to recover, and you are still bound by human emotions, so perhaps you feel some attachment to this realm. But once you awaken completely, return to your divine throne, and look down upon the endless cycles of eternity, you will