"Ha, Athena and the others can't do it, but can the old man really not?" Shaer sneered as she spoke, "Even I can think of more than one way.
Right now, he's just waiting for the simplest and easiest solution... What he needs is a Greek pantheon that can survive on the Heavenly Mountain, not a bunch of homeless pitiful beings."
Celene's big eyes instantly filled with confusion: "Why do you always say things halfway?
Can't you say it more clearly?
The old man won't be displeased because you speak ill of him in front of me, isn't that natural?
Hasn't he been listening for hundreds of thousands of years?"
Hill silently raised the Crystal Cup, creating a bit of noise for himself.
"Ah... Hill~" Celene said with a cheeky smile, "Your tight-lipped and cautious nature has even been praised by the old man~
He won't mind you hearing some of these words."
But I mind!
