"——So, don't deny me."
The Time Saint fell into silence.
The circular blade also hovered motionless in the air.
If there's anything more important than the saints' prestige.
It must be the life of the saints.
Shen Ye's logic was grounded in the idea of "saving the saints."
He had just managed to do it once.
He said he could do it again.
This made the saints hesitate.
Everyone needed to have a quick discussion.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
"There is a question—why is the survival of the Dream World so closely linked to the fate of the saints?"
The Time Saint finally spoke up.
"That's very simple." Shen Ye smiled.
"Simple?" The Time Saint asked.
"Yes."
Shen Ye continued in a declarative tone:
"'The King' has been eliminating threats for you all for centuries."
"It has long grown tired of this task."
"Brat, what does this have to do with the saints' survival." The Time Saint's tone carried an evident trace of ferocity.
