Wang Shi's words dripped with sarcasm.
Yet none of them took it to heart.
Everyone wanted to live well, and no one wanted to die here.
Besides, when their interests were at stake, they naturally had to fight for them.
Seeing how utterly impervious these people were to persuasion, Wang Shi was furious.
"Enough. Do as you please. I'm not a Saint of the Primordial World anyway. Deal with its affairs yourselves."
He had never imagined that the Saints of the Primordial World would become so selfish.
Or perhaps they had always been selfish, and their former displays of greatness had merely been an act required of them after becoming Saints.
Now that the interests of the Primordial World—and their own interests—were involved, they had begun making their own little moves.
Wang Shi had done them favors before, so they had been reluctant to let too great a conflict arise between them.
Moreover, there had been external enemies before. The threat of darkness had been very real. If those threats could not be resolved, their lives would be in danger, so naturally they had no time to think of anything else.
But as the crisis passed, everyone's private schemes began to run rampant.
In truth, they did not mind the rise of the Human Race, but the emergence of Saints among the Human Race and the Demon Tribe infuriated them.
Those Saints had indeed played a major role.
Yet the Veteran Saints had begun shutting them out. Though it all seemed normal, this was not what Wang Shi wanted.
One could only say that Wang Shi had been an idealist from the outset. Thinking it through, even Hongjun had his own agenda. Once his interests were infringed upon, he was no longer as righteous as before.
Watching Wang Shi leave