'Dijiang... there's definitely something wrong!'
Bai Ze Demon Marshal reached his conclusion inwardly and silently sucked in a cold breath.
He was seriously beginning to wonder whether this top-tier mighty expert who wielded the Path of Space was still the colleague he had known in the past.
After all, the real Dijiang could never smile with such a bone-chilling smile!
Had being separated for so many years changed his heart?
Or was this Dijiang not that Dijiang?
At that moment, Mr. Bai suddenly felt that the world was far too complicated. He wanted to go home and farm three mu of thin fields.
Unfortunately.
He was caught in the calamity and already too deeply involved. He could neither withdraw nor find a way to do so.
The ownership of the demon script in Kunpeng's hands, combined with the Human Race's authority over the creation of written language, was simply too tempting!
And then there were the promises made by certain Pangu figures...
"Greed kills gods..." Bai Ze gazed at the brilliant radiance filling his eyes and sighed wistfully, speaking from the heart. "If the benefits hadn't been so great that they even shook my original convictions... with my wisdom and ability, how could I have ended up in such an awkward position?"
"It may not yet be too late to mend the fold after the sheep are lost."
Dijiang had heard Bai Ze's words. He smiled as he spoke.
"We'll see..." Bai Ze lowered his eyelids, hiding the two windows leading to his heart. His tone was unreadable. "Winning first doesn't count as winning. Only winning in the end... counts as true ability."
"Then I'm looking forward to seeing your performance."
Dijiang spoke with a smile. He then turned aside to witness Azure Dragon Great Sage shed his blood and