"If you get yourself killed, so be it, but the myriad beings of the Thirty-Three Heavens cannot go down with you. Sometimes you need to keep a cooler head," the Immortal Hall Lord said.
"You're a civil official, while this old man is a military general. We think about different things," the Battle Ancestor said.
The Immortal Hall Lord kept the bigger picture in mind and preferred to consider all living beings. People like her were admirable, but enemies could easily ride roughshod over them.
But now that the Battle Ancestor was here, that would no longer happen. Together, they complemented each other and would have no weaknesses left.
The Immortal Hall Lord oversaw the whole situation, while he handled the dirty, exhausting work. Tiring though it was, surely it could not be worse than contending with others in the primordial era? That had truly been a clash of gods.
"I am not a civil official."
The Immortal Hall Lord denied it. She had a murderous side of her own; she simply preferred to think of all living beings.
"Compared to violent maniacs like this old man, Infinite, Reincarnation, and Mitian, you count as a civil official."
"That's also why everyone else went, while you alone were left to guard the Thirty-Three Heavens."
The Battle Ancestor grinned. "Nothing could ever shake your resolve to protect the Thirty-Three Heavens, even if your dearest friend stood on the other side."
The Immortal Hall Lord could not deny it.
What she wanted to protect was the Thirty-Three Heavens, not the High-Level Heavenly Vault. This was the world where she had grown up, and she held a special affection for it.
"Feels good, feels good, feels good." The Battle Ancestor gulped down his wine. Tearing into meat and drinking in great swigs after a