At that moment, among Yas's party was an old fellow many people spoke of, smiling as he surveyed the broad airport before them and the group of sharply dressed people waiting ahead.
Yas walked at the very front, his stride straight and firm, flames seemingly burning in his eyes, giving off an air of vigorous vitality.
Just then, a delicate little blonde, blue-eyed girl hurried over and presented Yas with flowers.
In terms of ceremony, they had spared no effort here as well, giving him more than enough face.
In truth, even Yas himself had never expected to become a member of the Cosmic Federation.
After all, he had questioned Zhao Cheng before, coming within a hair's breadth of cursing him out.
Yet he had still been chosen.
Undoubtedly, it was not because Zhao Cheng bore no grudges.
It was simply that the Lord knew, but the Lord did not care.
Yas naturally longed for such transcendence—or rather, there was no one who would not long for it.
But Yas also knew clearly that this was not his path, and he could not see any possibility of himself reaching such heights.
He had only ever thought that he might become a hero among humanity, a reformer of the age, his name inscribed in the history books of time. He had never imagined that he would become a "true god."
"Elder Hao, I still don't quite understand why you had me do this. Compared to tugging at politicians, I'm actually better at stirring people's hearts, building up momentum, until I finally turn heaven and earth upside down in one stroke."
Yas accepted the flowers, but his hands did not remain idle. Through the watch on his wrist, he spoke with the old man in the party.
At first, he had not