A group of ancient gods were secretly discussing and making wild conjectures.
It's not their fault for thinking this way.
After all, they were making assumptions about Qi Yuan based on a normal human's thought process.
Even the issues pointed out by Qi Yuan seemed somewhat hard for them to comprehend.
Nevertheless, running away was certainly the right thing to do.
They had willingly thrown their lot in with the Evil God, so it was natural they would zealously guard their own lives.
"Don't tell the ancient God Yan Xi about this. He may have turned traitor long ago, and it's him who has been leaking our news!"
The group communicated telepathically, pretending as though nothing had happened.
"Old Serpent, how about we form a team when we enter the ancestral land this time? We can watch each other's backs." A stoic man turned to the Old Serpent at this moment.
Lost in his own thoughts, the Old Serpent nodded, "Alright."
