Alien Race, Main Camp.
In the dim world, Qìng stared expressionlessly at the people before him.
"Don't look at me like that, am I wrong?"
Leading them was the three-handed alien, Yan Li.
With a mocking smile, he said, "Qìng, your lineage is inherently too weak, lacking in strength, and can only play a minor role here."
"How many times have you said recently that the monument could be improved, and what was the result? Nothing. What use are you?"
"Not to mention that as a chief, you failed in leading us to conquer the Earth Immortal Realm, a grave mistake. Now, you can't even improve the monument to strengthen us. You're a sinner to our race!"
"With someone like you holding the chief's position, how can you expect everyone to be convinced? Do you know how restless the people below have been lately? Without our help keeping you in place, you'd have been ousted long ago!"
After Yan Li spoke, the other aliens also looked at Qìng with sneers.
