Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Yixiouya looked at him in surprise and asked, "What do you mean by playing for bigger stakes?"
Zhang Fan smiled. "Don't you want to prove yourself to your father? From the looks of it, you don't want to submit to the Creator either. I think you want to become the Creator yourself, so I'll help you do it. You know I'm always happy to help."
Zhang Fan's declaration stunned Yixiouya. She wanted to prove herself to Campbell, but she had never considered overthrowing the Creator. Something like that...
Yixiouya could barely stay on her feet. She stared at Zhang Fan. "How dare you say something like that?"
Zhang Fan laughed. "If we're going to play, why should we let anyone control us? Didn't you say there was the Aurora Race? And six other races? Just wipe them out. As for the Creator, didn't you say you'd never seen him? If he's dead, you'll be the new Creator."
Yixiouya was about to speak when Zhang Fan smiled and said, "I know what you're going to say. If he's still alive, and the Aurora Race can speak for him, why can't you? Once you've united the other Six Races, would anyone dare oppose you?"
Under Zhang Fan's persuasion, Yixiouya suddenly felt bewildered. It was something like the anger of being led by the nose, yet she was still willing to follow him. The feeling was simply indescribable.
Yixiouya paced back and forth, her mind in turmoil. She kept feeling that Zhang Fan's words made sense, yet she feared that something like this could never succeed.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan carefully savored the red drink beside her. He smiled. "Lady Yixiouya, stop hesitating. You've understood me from the very beginning. At the risk of sounding conceited, you admire me, which