The Golden King knew that the woman in front of him was beyond reasoning. He forced his robust body to stand, steam evaporating with each muscle tremor, and his body temperature gradually rose as his spirituality boiled.
"I've heard that people become muddled in their old age."
The Silver King said coldly, "I didn't expect it to be true."
"It's you who are muddled; I am very clear-headed."
Taihua chuckled silently, arrogance filling her fierce eyes: "Liu Bei has fought battles all his life, why can't he continue with music and dance? I've dedicated my whole life to this world, why can't I have a bit of selfishness? Moreover, the conflict between the Ancient God Clan and humans is not because of resources or hatred. We've been fighting for twenty thousand years without a result, so why not try to solve the problem from the root with a different approach?"
