Li Ji was taken aback and for a moment, he forgot to keep walking.
Zhao Wu looked at his distracted gaze and could not help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Li Ji's expression was complicated. "Xihe, do you think we were actually wrong from the start?"
"What?"
Li Ji looked at the back of Baili An, who continued to move forward and sighed before catching up with him.
"We, the ancient gods who wield the power over life and death, are followed and flattered by the world's people. As the lost masters of the Bronze Gate, we wander among the ancient bronze trees. Day after day, different humans fall into this dark, godless world.
Ancient gods enslave mortals, self-proclaimed as noble and extraordinary, demanding mortals to offer their faith to sustain our undying Heroic Spirits. To us, these mortals behind us are no different from livestock. As long as they arrive as promised and deliver the offerings beneath the tree, we would bestow mercy and grant Divine protection."
