"Don't use the name of the Ancestral God to pressure people! If the Ancestral God is unjust, why should I show respect to him?" Seeing Zhuo Geng put this large hat on him, Fafnir retorted with dissatisfaction in his heart.
"Where is the Ancestral God unjust? The Ancestral God protects both races while always mediating our conflicts. It's just that we cannot see through it. Who can say they are right in this battle after all these years? Our father died at the hands of the Daoist Race, but before that, he attacked the wedding banquet of the Daoist Dragon Race lineage and the Golden Roc Lineage. Their clan leader also died at our hands. Aren't there fewer such battles between us? How many generations have perished in these meaningless battles? The Ancestral God is right; the Spirit Monster Plane is big enough and has enough space for both races to develop together. What are we still fighting for?"
