"You look like you're in quite a hurry."
Dikno's figure appeared. His right hand gripped his left wrist, a habitual gesture he made when thinking.
Dali Wenluo looked at him and asked, "What, am I getting in your way?"
Dikno nodded and pointed into the distance, up high. "I was observing the battle from there, but you kept reflecting the light over here. It was seriously distracting."
"Heh, I never expected someone like you to crack jokes."
"What, am I not allowed?" Dikno smiled. "If you only count the time I've spent alive, I'm not much older than you lot."
"Ah, how could he do this? Isn't he deliberately holding me down? I'm one of the few people in the team who's already condensed a Godhead Fragment, yet I didn't get a turn at a trial. Tell me, if I complain to the Young Master, how's he going to explain himself?"
"Once an internal conflict becomes public, it inevitably means one person will end up marginalized. Who do you think that person will be, you or him?
"Besides, he could simply say: Ogurev would have been the most suitable person to guide your trial. Unfortunately, Ogurev already fell."
"Why should I be Ogurev?"
"The hairstyle."
Dali Wenluo: "..."
"Take it easy. It's no big deal. Look, aren't I in the same position as you?"
"Ah, true enough. Having you in the same position makes me feel a lot better... huh? Hey, hey, hey?"
Dali Wenluo waved his hand in front of Dikno's face, only to discover that although his eyes were open, he gave no response.
Just then, another of the Lord Retainers descended from above the firmament. Clearly, Dikno's consciousness had been summoned up there.
Dali Wenluo fell silent,
then,
he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted:
"Ah!"