"Even a mere soul-consciousness from the lower realm dares to face Me head-on. That truly suits your character, Xia Wu. Back then, you followed Me through countless campaigns, conquering innumerable territories for Me. We cherished one another as kindred spirits. I gave you wealth and glory, even bestowed upon you the position of Grand Marshal, and gifted you Bixi, one of the Nine Dragons, as your mount. Yet you showed Me no gratitude. You actually carried on an illicit affair with the rebellious consort, Ying Pei, and fathered a child with her. I trusted you so deeply, only for you to repay Me like this?" Long Xuantian roared in a low voice. These words had probably been bottled up in his heart for hundreds of years without a chance to say them. Now he had grown so furious that he could only speak in a low voice—even though the matter had already become common knowledge in the upper realm.
"Tyrant, there's no need to bring up the past. Back then, I ate the ruler's food, so I served the ruler. That was only right. But look at everything you did, before and after. When I followed you, I conquered countless lands for you and offered innumerable strategies for the sake of the empire. Why? Because back then, you held the world in your heart and stood up for the common people! But what about later? For your own gain, you hoarded immortal crystals, plundered every tribe, killed at will, and ruled with brutality. You would stop at nothing for resources! I remonstrated with you at the risk of my life again and again, only to be blasted out of court every time. How ironic! In the end, you even sent me to serve as a general in a political marriage.