"Still, at least as far as your goals are concerned, we don't have much of a conflict," Nan Feng said, seemingly out of nowhere.
"???"
Qian Renxue was utterly bewildered.
You've clashed with the Elder Hall to this extent, and you still think there's no conflict?
Do you even hear yourself?
"Don't look at me like that. You're not a child anymore. Don't be so shallow in how you see things. Look past appearances and get to the heart of the matter," Nan Feng said.
"You want to revive the Angel God's faith and make this deity more powerful, right?"
Qian Renxue nodded.
Unifying the continent was merely a side benefit. All they needed was faith. As for standing above millions, the Qian Family, with its divine inheritance, already stood at the pinnacle of the continent. They had watched as secular dynasties rose and fell over millennia and countless tribes fought wars, without any interest in interfering.
They were descendants of a god, Six-Winged Holy Angels soaring through the heavens, beings born to be revered by all. They had no need to do anything so unnecessary.
Their status was founded on power, and the power they inherited from the Angel God was unshakable. Their status was just as unshakable.
"Then what kind of faith do you want?" Nan Feng asked.
"What do you mean?" Qian Renxue asked, puzzled.
Nan Feng paused. "What do you think faith is?"
"Is it like the Angel God's faith? When people run into a problem, they don't do anything themselves. They just drop to their knees, bang their heads on the ground, and immediately beg, 'Please, help me!'"
"You call that faith?"
Qian Renxue's eye twitched. "Could you clean up your language?"
"I could." Nan Feng nodded.
"But why the hell should I hold back?"