"A declaration of war?"
Hearing this, Lin Qingfeng shook his head and let out a laugh, as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"Alas, Junior Sister, you've misunderstood again."
He stood with his hands behind his back, adopting the composed air of a veteran who had seen through the ways of the world. He spoke leisurely,
"Junior Sister, of the three thousand Great Daos, each has its own path.
One person's poison is another's nectar.
To them, this is not a declaration of war, but… a supreme coronation and a gift of grace."
"I have gone to such great lengths precisely to help you ascend to the heavens in a single step."
"Trust me, they will be moved to tears of gratitude for this."
Su Ling'er: "…"
'I'll believe you when pigs fly! You're one twisted devil!'
