An Important Matter

"I know you, Silver Moon Divine General. You rose to prominence in about ten years and were judged by the intelligent system to have led the world to victory in the war, earning immense merit."

The old man looked at him with a benevolent gaze. "You are great. You deserve to be remembered by future generations. Your achievements should be recorded on the finest jade stele! Even in the difficult war before the ancient era, when our predecessors founded the temples, few could compare with your accomplishments."

An Yang listened, but his gaze grew colder and colder. His fingers unconsciously tapped on the table. "This is no longer the Temple Era. Whether I have merit or not, I don't need anyone's approval. We no longer use steles made of various materials to record people's achievements. Even the steles you left behind were destroyed in the war long ago!"

The old man understood what he meant, but still didn't take it seriously. He smiled calmly. "You have lost your way, child."

An Yang glanced at him without answering. Instead, he walked circles around the control console, examining the people lying in the dormant pods one by one. His expression was unreadable.

All of them wore divine robes. Clearly, they were the religious rulers of the temple.

Xiaochán followed behind him, keeping about a meter away. She neither approached nor fell behind, though she was closer than before.

An Qi stood beside the control console, her expression somewhat complicated.

The old man turned as An Yang moved. The projected image of him faintly glowed white, making him look just like the gods in countless films. "Child, though your achievements reach the heavens, your army was still provided to you by the temple free of charge..."

Before he could finish, An Yang interrupted