Yang Fei chuckled silently, "You call that feudal superstition, where would there be gods?"
He stood up, puffing out his chest, "The world is vast, I am the god."
Ye Shengge was taken aback, rushed up, and covered Yang Fei's mouth.
"Blas~pheming the deities, do you not want to live?"
Yang Fei sighed, squatted down, staring at Ye Shengge with his dark, bright eyes.
"You've read so many books and have been exposed to Earth's modern civilization, how can you believe such nonsense?"
Ye Shengge shook her head, "No, this world really has gods."
"All races must live according to the will of the gods."
Yang Fei looked at Ye Shengge with curiosity, "How do you know there are gods, have you seen them with your own eyes?"
Ye Shengge shook her head.
"I haven't seen gods, but every year, divine envoys come to the Night Clan headquarters to convey the will of the gods."
