Leoz's words were incredibly calm, his tone slow, his demeanor steady, as if he were speaking of something trivial.
"In terms of loyalty, I have not taken a single cent or meal from the Will of the Starry Abyss, fighting relentlessly for a billion years. In terms of love for the people, I have eradicated corrupt officials and exerted my utmost effort to liberate Zhou Yuan at the smallest cost—May I ask, Your Excellency the God of Vanquishing Delusion, Gio Zieou, I, Leoz, the Supreme Ruler of the stars, the secret Blacksmith, am I not considered a qualified Starry Abyss person?"
Gio Zieou opened his mouth, always wanting to say something in rebuttal.
Rationality told him that Leoz was wrong.
Over the past few months, Leoz did not hide his actions, nor did he limit Gio's understanding of the Primordial Abyss Federation.
Or rather, Leoz disdained to hide his populist views.
