Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four
"Supreme God, I dare not," Yue Ling hurriedly stated. In his eyes, Long Xiaoshan was undoubtedly a deity descended to earth, and a mere ghost cultivator wouldn't dare to address a deity as a brother.
"Ah, Brother Yue, what Supreme God? I'm just a simple farmer," Long Xiaoshan emphasized once again, "Brother Yue is a descendant of the loyal and righteous, and he sacrificed himself fighting against foreign aggression. I can only admire him."
Hearing Long Xiaoshan's sincere tone, Yue Ling felt somewhat ashamed: "Unfortunately, Ling lacks the ability to drive out the foreign aggression, and my country fell. I have failed my ancestors."
