"Arrogant!"
Mu Bingge gathered the water, compressing its power.
Her brows lifted in a slight arc, a hint of pride showing in her eyes.
"We fought desperately to master our power, and it certainly wasn't so we could stand by and watch. If that's arrogance, then so be it."
The old man was baffled, trying to find some other trace on the four faces.
"Do you really intend to... save this world?"
Ye Buyu let out a long sigh. "What choice do I have? I happen to have an organization called the Salvation Hall of Fame. They've already worked so hard. As Hall Master, I can't let them down."
Half his Godhead had been seized, and half his abilities sealed.
He could no longer contain his anger.
His graying hair and beard rose without wind. Majestic light blazed in his eyes, and the aura around him abruptly changed, pressing down like a mountain.
"Do you know what you're doing? This world doesn't need so-called heroes. The people you pity have nothing to do with you.
They'll even curse you and turn their weapons on you. To them, your so-called salvation is nothing but self-righteous insistence on having your own way!
No matter how much you enjoy playing heroes, you shouldn't take it this far-opposing a Deity for strangers in a world that has nothing to do with you!
Are you all lunatics?!"
The four looked at Merkel, then looked outside, seemingly unable to understand why he would ask such a simple question.
"Why?"
Ye Buyu said,
"Because someone asked for help. Because we came."
It was so matter-of-fact, so free of burden.
The old man's mouth fell open in astonishment. He couldn't believe it: such a simple reason, such a casual decision.
Suddenly, wild laughter rang out, accompanied by constant