Di Tian immediately stopped as well, the muscles in his back tensing.
His instincts told him that the relationship between his lord and that being was far more than simple hostility.
He had seen that confrontation clearly.
When his lord questioned that being, her anger had been wrapped around grievance, and beneath that grievance was something he could neither name nor understand.
Gu Yuena turned around.
She had originally wanted to say, "None of your fucking business."
The words were already on the tip of her tongue—simple, direct, and perfectly in line with her usual style.
But just as they reached her lips, she swallowed them back.
No, today's incident was far too humiliating for a dragon.
She was the mighty Silver Dragon King, sovereign of the Soul Beasts, the World-Devouring Dragon.
Yet in front of Di Tian, Xiong Jun, the Myriad Demon King, Brigitte, and countless Soul Beasts, Qian Yuhan had held Lin Yan and forced her back with nothing but a broken sword.
Though she had ultimately given the order to withdraw, who could not see what had happened?
That mangy bird had won the gamble.
If she did not smooth this over, where would the dignity of this king go?
Gu Yuena took a deep breath.
The irritation on her face gradually faded, replaced by a deliberately restrained calm.
She lifted her chin. Her violet dragon eyes deepened once more, like two ancient wells with no visible bottom.
Di Tian instinctively held his breath.
Gu Yuena spoke blandly, neither hurried nor slow:
"The gods you speak of are merely lifeforms within the world that have grown powerful to a certain extent."
"The Sea God exists by relying on the ocean, the Angel God by relying on light and faith, and the Asura God by relying on slaughter