δ already had distrust written all over his face.
Even though what Song Lan had just said was the truth, in the other party's eyes, he was still a cold-blooded murderer who wouldn't blink an eye while killing and wouldn't admit to it afterward.
He couldn't help but wonder, where had the most basic trust between people gone?
Upon reflection, it had always been like this, he had once earnestly advised them not to be deceived by the "Whisper," but no one was willing to believe his words.
But Song Lan had long since changed; he had long abandoned the habit of fretting over others. Regardless of whether δ would take his words to heart, it could no longer affect his own state of mind; he had other matters to attend to now.
Compared to those historical legacy problems, dealing with a "god" that had popped up from nowhere and caused Destruction for the first time was much easier; at least he wouldn't feel guilty about it.
…
Meanwhile, atop the Holy Temple.
