"If you actually sent me up there, the Reserve Corps would tear me apart before I could even say a word..."
"Asking Elder Zhong to come out of retirement at a time like this would work best."
"But..."
"Wouldn't that mean we're going backward?"
"The Human Race handed power down to the Fifth Generation, quietly waiting for us to stir things up and make a huge scene. But just as they set out their sunflower seeds and fruit platters, ready to watch the show, we hoist them up and throw them onto the stage?"
"If we really did that... we'd probably lose every last scrap of face..."
Yu Mo kept muttering, looking somewhat conflicted.
"Who else is there in the Fifth Generation..."
"Who else can we count on..."
"How about letting Sun Wen give it a try? No, if the Demon Lord on the other side glared at him and killed him on the spot, that would be truly humiliating..."
Barely had Sun Wen's name surfaced in his mind before Yu Mo shook his head and rejected the idea. It did not even remain in his thoughts for more than a second.
The man was too weak...
He was not even qualified to fly up and speak to them on equal terms.
"Has Zhao Zicheng arrived?"
"He seems like he might do. He's spent so long hanging around Sun Wen, Yu Sheng, and the others that he won't lose his nerve when it matters."
"It's just... the Sixth Awakening..."
"The Fifth Generation really is a bunch of useless trash!"
Yu Mo kept naming people, only to reject them one after another. In the end, he sighed with considerable feeling, insulting the entire Fifth Generation, himself included.
Yes...
He was part of the Fifth Generation too.
"If all else fails, we'll