That kind of calmness, devoid of any excitement, with an emotionless demeanor, sent a chill up Lu Yuan's spine, crawling from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
Lu Yuan couldn't help but widen his eyes in genuine terror and apprehension.
This kind of calmness.
He was all too familiar with it.
So familiar that the mere thought of it sent a cold shiver down his spine.
The Conch might have had limited experience and hadn't grasped the situation. He subconsciously wanted to console her, but had no idea how to express it.
In the end, Lu Yuan could only whisper in comfort, "Conch... maybe you should stop looking..."
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"I've wanted to become a god for so many years, countless years," the High Priest stated calmly.
"Pretending to be an animal with emotions every day is very tiring," he continued.
"Your race, with its innate longevity and excess of free will, lacks cohesion. Constantly finding ways to lead you to survive on the Pangu Continent is exhausting."
