Even now, within the winged horse race, there were signs of hatred towards Zhao Hai. Even if Zhao Hai went to the winged horse race and said that he wanted to help the winged horse race deal with the nine great elders, the winged horse race probably wouldn't let Zhao Hai help. It would be good enough if they didn't go against Zhao Hai.
Zhan Yue did not know what to do in such a situation. He knew that it was a dead end, but he did not have the power to stop the clan leader. This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable. Right now, he could only hope that the nine elders of the gods race would do as Zhao Hai had said and shift their hatred to the esgod race.
Zhao Hai sat at the table, took out a glass, and poured himself a glass of wine. He then turned to the three of them and said, " "Have a seat. I'll tell you my real thoughts."
