"Never take only one side's word for it."
"Very well. Since you are willing to listen to their twisting of right and wrong, I shall give them a little more time."
As the deity spoke, he looked down at the mortal realm again and said to the leader among the many cultivators below, "Lai Quan, I have long heard that you are an unparalleled talent of the mortal realm, eloquent and silver-tongued. More than half the people here were brought together by the bridges you built and the roads you paved. Now you may take this opportunity to persuade this god or Buddha from beyond the realm and see whether he is willing to help you."
At the deity's words, the eyes of the many mortal cultivators flickered as they communicated with one another through secret arts.
Lai Quan, whom the deity had specifically singled out, could not help rubbing his forehead in secret.
The mortal realm's relationships were tangled beyond measure. Added to that, the countless floating islands at its fringes were almost all independent entities. The reason they had been brought together this time was not only because Lai Quan was highly capable, but also because the deity's world-ending act meant that none of them could escape.
Yet Yu Chen's arrival had added the slightest thread of change to a future that had once promised nothing but certain death. At the same time, it exposed anew the old conflicts between the many factions that had been forcibly glued together.
The cultivators, who had once been united as one, were now faintly divided into separate camps again.
Thus, Lai Quan did not wish for a variable like Yu Chen to appear. In fact, because Yu Chen had appeared at such a coincidental moment, he could not help suspecting that