"You could have become the Sacred Monarch, reigning above all deities!"
He roared, "Why didn't you do it!"
In Long Que's eyes looking at him, there was a touch of pity.
"Once there was someone who thought quite similarly to you."
The man lit another cigarette for himself and said dispassionately, "But when he finally took that seat, he realized how terribly wrong he had been."
An Nan's expression froze, not understanding what he meant.
"You want to take revenge on this world, but you can't because you're too weak. Evolvers from the second Glory Realm like you haven't even seen the tip of the iceberg of this world, yet you vainly hope to destroy it? Since you insist on taking revenge by yourself, then be my guest."
Long Que pulled out several paintings from his pocket and pushed them across the table.
They were the paintings left to him by Lu Bu'er.
Considering that Lu Sixian's prophecies were almost always accurate, it was better to be cautious.
