"You are helping a thief justify his actions. I'm beginning to think you are turning into one yourself!"
Li Muxiu felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and suddenly he remembered what an old friend had once said. He spoke in a low voice:
"He who 'Steals Heaven' is a Saint; he who steals hearts is an Emperor; he who steals a country is a Marquis; he who steals jewels is a thief... He has his own principles, he is different."
"You, you haven't changed at all. Right now, the Divine General Mansion has just suffered chaos, with demons running rampant. The Desolate God has been defeated and will surely come back for revenge. By leaving the Divine General Mansion now, how can you face your brothers, your mother?!"
Li Muxiu, pained, closed his eyes and bowed deeply again:
"I wish to save him, but not by dragging the Divine General Mansion into this. If the Divine General Mansion ever faces trouble, I will be the first to step out, the first to fall!"
