No, I should say, it's so beautiful it's like a dream, an illusion.
Before, I simply considered you as a lackey and fool of Wen Sheng, I'm truly sorry, I never thought you would have such determination.
I underestimated you."
"..."
The Pope was stunned, that blood-stained, disheveled face stammering, even more unable to understand: "Then why did you... why..."
"But when did I ever say I came to save the world?"
Ji Jue was unmoved, his tone still cold, even harder than steel: "No matter what your Heaven's silk is woven with, what kind of rainbow colors it has, how brilliant it is... since your dream blocks my way, I'll step over it, otherwise, there's no way forward."
Thus, in those dreary eyes, the last hope shattered, leaving only scarlet resentment.
"You really are a true devil..."
"Perhaps, I don't care."
Ji Jue sneered, retorting: "Could it be that your god is a real god? Did he ever bring you any bit of redemption and hope?"
