Zhao Wujiang pondered for a moment, then shook his head once more:
"I've thought about it. I'm still not going. Let the others fight over it."
"Mr. Zhao!" The eight-winged angel's tone grew a fraction heavier. One had to know—just how glorious was it to become one of the successors to the Supreme God? And yet Zhao Wujiang was actually refusing?
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