"I never joke," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
"I quite agree with your thoughts."
"These so-called Divine Spirits are merely elevated beings."
"In fact, the so-called Divine Spirits are just cultivators with powerful skills."
"Why should the Divine Race be more noble than the human race?"
Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, Xu Sanduo laughed heartily.
As he laughed, tears started to flow.
He finally found a kindred spirit, someone who shared his ideals.
For generations, they had strived for the deicide.
Yet, they were seen as outcasts by everyone, shunned by all.
But now, seeing Xu Zimei, his heart felt suddenly bitter.
It turned out there were many with the same goals as himself in this world.
"May I know where fellow Daoist comes from?" Xu Sanduo asked involuntarily.
"I have no home," Xu Zimei replied.
"Wandering far and wide, all for a single goal."
Looking at Xu Zimei, Xu Sanduo suddenly felt that the person before him had an unfathomably deep presence.
