Qin Jiuge went straight to Sikong Changfeng. The Tian Xuan Faction did not have only one Supreme; Sikong Changfeng absolutely could not pick up those bad habits.
Since he enjoyed the rights of a Supreme, he naturally had to shoulder the corresponding obligations.
"So you dumped all these troubles on me?"
Sikong Changfeng glared at Qin Jiuge, his expression a living portrait of a smile that was not quite a smile.
Qin Jiuge wore a look of righteous dignity as he spoke with perfect conviction. "How can this be trouble?
This is clearly the future of our Tian Xuan Faction.
How could you think that way?
You have truly disappointed me. So many promising seedlings are waiting for you here, Supreme Sikong."
Qin Jiuge spoke with deep feeling, especially solemn and earnest.
Even though Sikong Changfeng could see through his scheme, he had to admit that Qin Jiuge's words did make sense.
Sikong Changfeng shut his eyes, gritted his teeth, and the task naturally fell into his hands.
His instincts told him that he would definitely regret this for a long time to come, but what else could Sikong Changfeng do?
He had no better choice himself. He could only make one mistake after another and walk this road all the way into darkness.
As he watched Sikong Changfeng's figure recede into the distance, Sikong Changfeng was unhappy, while Qin Jiuge was happy.
Next, the Human Race and Dragon Clan formally entered an era of great expenditure. Whichever side could nurture more Supremes would undoubtedly hold the greater advantage in the coming war between the two races.
One side wanted to destroy the Heavenly Dao, while the other naturally wanted to protect it.
And without question, under the Heavenly Dao's favor—
the Human Race's chances and certainty of breaking through