"As long as the Fearful God hasn't completely turned to ash, her remains and her will refuse to disperse."
"Alas, people of this world relish the blessings brought by the Saintess, yet they often only pay lip service to honor the Mother Goddess, while secretly defying her, causing deep disappointment!"
His words were quite sorrowful, as if the identity of the mad Taoist was merely a disguise, hiding beneath those black robes a heart deeply wounded by the worldly cares, filled with great wisdom, great love, and great kindness.
"Heh." Yan Hui chuckled but did not respond.
He was a domineering person, being the high-level Commander of the Red Emperor Army, just one step away from being a "General," not even believing his own Holy Emperor, let alone anyone else?
