Hong Meng's smile stiffened. He sat down on the chair and fidgeted. "Actually… I did try that, but…"
He trailed off mid-sentence and shrank back in his chair. He looked so guilty that his chin was nearly touching the ground.
Lonemoon hesitated. Something clicked in his head. He finally figured something out. "You didn't get beaten up by all of them, did you?"
"…" Hong Meng's head sank lower.
"Holy shit! And you really lost?" Wasn't he an ancient god? He was even more shameful than Fatty!
"B-B-Boss…" Hong Meng's face flushed red as his eyes darted around the room, as if looking for somewhere he could hide his face in. "When they entered Samsara, they had the intention of suppressing all the other races, so… So they brought their cultivations along with them."
"So…" Lonemoon jumped to his feet. "Those 12 people still have the cultivations of ancient gods?"
"Y-Y-Yes…"
