Holy Son Youxuan, his face wearing a scornful smile and an air of unruffled calm, froze where he stood. He stared blankly at Lin Qi for a while, then slowly, ever so slowly rose from the couch and let out an incredulous scream. "A god? You must be joking!"
Lin Qi stood up and nodded to Holy Son Youxuan. "A god! That's what leaves me most helpless. I can cooperate with the Miro Divine Cult behind the Church clergy's backs and secure greater, greater benefits for the Longshan Family! But the Church has sent out a god! Dear Holy Son Youxuan, if the Miro Divine Cult cannot give me sufficient support, then..."
With a heavy sigh, Lin Qi looked at Holy Son Youxuan with great "sincerity." "I must put the Longshan Family's interests first! Of course, I will not betray my friends, but in many situations, I won't be able to give my friends enough help!"
Holy Son Youxuan's expression became utterly ghastly—like he had just watched his own father stew his own mother in a pot and feed her to cats. His face turning green, he stared fixedly at Lin Qi, then gave a deeply resentful, incomparably resentful sigh.
"Lord Wan En Longshan, our Miro Divine Cult needs your help on the Western Continent!" Holy Son Youxuan's voice was light and drifting, filled with resentment, like an imperial concubine in the depths of the palace who had not received the emperor's favor for decades. That thread after thread of cold resentment made even Lin Qi shudder all over.
After coughing dryly a few times, Lin Qi raised several fingers. "Of course. I have always regarded the Miro Divine Cult as the Longshan Family's most reliable ally! The Miro Divine Cult is far more lovable than the Church! At the