He didn't know how to explain. He had spent a long time in the Southern Diaspora, guarding the remnants of the Ancient Phoenix, and later he met Chen Pingping. In the beginning, like the Divine Clan's higher-ups, he didn't think much of Chen Pingping and inwardly prided himself on being able to kill him at will. Later, he witnessed Chen Pingping's various military achievements, from contending for a place on the Wind Cloud List to waging battles in the Northern Border. Chen Pingping was a variable, and even more, a terrifying existence. He wasn't someone a Goddess could kill. Therefore, it was difficult.
The Elder frowned. "Difficult? How so?"
A young prodigy nearby sneered, "You went into the Southern Diaspora, guarded the phoenix remnants, and became dumb, didn't you? Spending so many years in that place every single day, it's normal for your brain to turn to mush."
"Indeed!" another chimed in.
