"So, you're saying that you've obtained that power now? How does it feel to hear the voice of the ancient god?"
Nesario said this, a hint of schadenfreude on his face.
Mo Fei and Wang Xuan exchanged a glance, with Wang Xuan helplessly spreading his hands.
"Well, this is indeed a little beyond my expectations. I thought Deathwing had completely lost his mind, but who would have thought he could actually recover."
Mo Fei thought to himself that he has never seen such an unreliable GM.
But if that was the case, didn't it mean that it had nothing to do with him? Letting Deathwing resume his duties would solve everything.
He felt somewhat conflicted inside, feeling both relieved and slightly disappointed, as he was just starting to get the hang of it.
He glanced at Wang Xuan but realized that Wang Xuan didn't seem to be thinking in that direction, which made him suspect something.
"The whispers of the ancient god are indeed very discomforting; they almost drove me insane..."
