"How did we know you weren't saying this because of your conflict with the Sun Saint?" the divine Saint who had proposed the first method asked.
"No more pointless probing." After hearing that, Naimus looked directly at him.
This divine Saint took the form of a gaunt old man.
Of course, the forms of divine Saints were unimportant. They were merely bodies gods molded from Holy Power after arriving on the Material Plane.
Their exact appearance was entirely according to their own preferences.
What truly mattered was what lay within.
The gaunt old man's Holy Power carried a hint of finality. Gods of this type either belonged to the Death Pantheon or the Fury Pantheon.
The people of the settlement generally called him "Great Fall."
He was one of the leaders of this settlement of three thousand people.
The bald man who had argued with him earlier was the settlement's other leader, named "Chance Error."
Besides them, the settlement had another divine Saint, codenamed "Thirteen."
These three divine Saints were the settlement's three leaders.
Together, they controlled two resource-type treasures, which supported the settlement.
Beyond this, there were two other settlements.
Each had roughly three thousand people.
There were also around two thousand wanderers.
Together, they formed the current ecosystem of just over ten thousand people in the Land of Ends.
Those capable of forming settlements had supported one another in this region for who knew how many years. Their beliefs could not possibly have conflicted so severely.
This current dispute could only have been an act Great Fall and Chance Error put on for him.
Faced with Naimus's words, the two former gods showed no embarrassment. They merely smiled and said,
"You must understand that you are special, but we cannot be entirely certain that you are special."
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