The way to defeat an enemy is to join their camp; if you can't beat them, join them.
For Wanderers to truly rise, they must have their own Lord.
It doesn't matter who, as long as they're a Lord.
"Congratulations on becoming a God of Destruction."
Jiang Chen turned to see a petite girl approaching—the dark Divine, Lilith.
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Isn't this the wise and beautiful Lilith? Long time no see. You've become even more stunning."
Lilith rolled her eyes. "When did you become so humorous?"
"Wasn't I humorous before?"
"That doesn't sound like something you would say."
"People change."
"For better or for worse?"
"Of course, for the better."
Bai Yun stood up, smiling. "It seems this occasion suits you well, but I must go. Little Lian is waiting for me at home, and if she finds out I've been drinking, she'll be angry."
Jiang Chen nodded, watching Bai Yun leave.
The love of a Wanderer.
Only Bai Yun kept his promises.
Lilith also watched Bai Yun leave.
