"Is there no other way?"
Feeling Zun Rudao's gaze, the Black Butterfly Fairy retorted.
Zun Rudao felt helpless, bemoaning internally, "Had I known this would happen, why did you drag me back to serve as the headmaster?"
If it weren't for the Black Butterfly Fairy, he wouldn't have wanted to be the headmaster of the God Temple. But now, hearing her plans to simply hand over the God Temple to Qin Jun, he felt rather annoyed.
What did all his efforts as headmaster amount to?
A joke?
The elders were even more furious internally, but faced with the Black Butterfly Fairy's retort, they truly didn't know how to refute her.
The God Temple was now on the brink of shattering, and as the Holy Emperor of Qin waged his powerful campaigns, they could only watch.
Once the decision of the Nine Emperors settled, the God Temple could only cling to a major power.
After all, it was tantamount to being dependent on others, so what harm was there in being under Qin Jun's thumb?
