"I won't say your idea is wrong, but there's a problem—you can't win!"
Gu Qingxiang looked at Aunt Diao: "Dark Erosion, Golden Dawn, and whatever the Sky God Club, Illumination Hermit Association, you all can't win. This is Xia Hongmian's era."
"Why are you so demoralized and self-deprecating?"
Aunt Diao shouted: "You are an Ancient God, as long as you stand with us, we can win!"
"You're wrong, I'll say it again, this is Xia Hongmian's era, and after that, it might be the era of the Haijing god of forest."
Gu Qingxiang gave a mocking smile: "Also, I'm not as strong as you think!"
"Perhaps one day, among us God's descendants, there will be one who creates his own era, but definitely not now!"
On Gu Qingxiang's face appeared a touch of sadness: "Those old guys, I've seen them all, not a single one is capable!"
When Aunt Diao crafted this plan, the first person she approached was Gu Qingxiang. Why did she disagree?
