Mu Chen's understanding of Amon came entirely from hearsay.
Based on the descriptions of Luo Tianshen, the Martial Ancestor, Mandala, Di Er Meng, and others, he had pieced together an image of someone deeply calculating, bizarre, terrifying, and powerful.
In his mind, Amon should have been a composed, perhaps somewhat gloomy person, with wisdom gleaming in his eyes. He should have been lofty and imposing, someone who kept his emotions hidden. Yet the moment he spoke, Mu Chen's imagination was overturned.
"Hey, what kind of attitude is that? I worked so hard to help you find someone who might obtain the Evil King True Eye, painstakingly nurturing him..." Di Er Meng immediately snapped back.
"Huh? As if I have it easy. All you need to do is find suitable people, while I have far more to consider."
"If you think you have too much to consider, then give me the clan leader position!" Di Er Meng's figure appeared in the air. She crossed her arms and slightly raised her chin.
"Hmph, you can't even hide your wild ambitions anymore? I knew it. You people who do nothing worthwhile all day have been eyeing my position." Amon's voice turned slightly cold.
"An Amon who doesn't want to be clan leader isn't a good Amon!"
"Shut up! I'm the clan leader!"
Mu Chen: "..."
His feelings shifted from wariness and tension to bewilderment and speechlessness... Had he misunderstood something about Amon?
Why did Amon suddenly seem not all that frightening...
After a round of bickering, during which he suppressed Di Er Meng with the art of language, Amon turned to Mu Chen and revealed a sunny smile.
"Young man, hello... Are you the hero A Meng chose, the one destined to defeat the Evil Demon God and save the world?"
What Evil