Bertutan had always maintained a placid state of mind. As the master of wisdom and enlightenment, he had remained unflappable no matter the predicament.
But at this moment, a great dissatisfaction was brewing within him.
'What kind of teammates are these?'
'Heir of the Gods, Divine Warrior... Did they completely forget the most urgent matters the moment they entered the Cosmic Country? Have they all just gone off to seek their own opportunities?'
'One went to her own territory, paying lip service to nostalgia when she was actually just desperate to reclaim her old property.'
'The other followed the "guidance of fate," refusing to reveal a single detail. He even got himself impersonated by that punk Huang Mao, who made a near-perfect one-to-one copy of his appearance and skills. It's an absolute disgrace.'
'Isn't your bloodline and genetic code supposed to be one-of-a-kind in the Star Sea?'
'And you just let someone copy it like that?'
