"Heavenly Emperor, which of those two do you think will win?"
Inside his sea of consciousness, the Godslayer Saber could not help asking.
At those words,
Qin Shujian remained outwardly composed, but answered through his divine sense.
"Neither of them is weak, really."
"..."
The Godslayer Saber was left utterly speechless by that answer.
What was the difference between saying that and saying nothing?
Still,
he did not voice his complaint. His attention settled on the Saint Battle Platform, and his tone turned somewhat odd.
"Heavenly Emperor, you didn't come here specifically for Zhang Ergou, did you?"
"I did."
Qin Shujian admitted it frankly.
"Are you worried that Zhang Ergou is no match for Qin Yuanbai? If so, with your abilities, you should have plenty of ways to help Zhang Ergou win."
The Godslayer Saber spoke gravely.
He understood how much Qin Shujian valued Zhang Ergou.
He had helped him several times before, too.
Qin Shujian shook his head slightly. "I'm not worried that Er Gou is no match for him. Quite the opposite—I'm worried that Er Gou will beat Qin Yuanbai to death. Whatever else may be said about him, Qin Yuanbai has contributed a great deal to the Human Race. It would be too much of a waste for him to die here."
He bore no ill will toward Qin Yuanbai.
Whatever the circumstances, the man had done much for the Human Race.
Qin Shujian had also noticed his subtle suppression of the Origin Sect afterward, but had no intention of intervening.
Although he had founded the Origin Sect himself, that did not mean he had to protect it throughout its growth. If it truly depended on him for everything, what was the point of its existence?
Thus,
it could only rely on itself to reverse its decline.