Gu Jianlin fell silent upon hearing those words.
The importance of the Qilin Venerable to him was self-evident. Perhaps the Qilin Venerable was the most important divine being he had ever encountered in his life. Without that mysterious mask, everything that had happened recently would have been rewritten. This Ancient Supreme was extremely mysterious; you couldn't understand His behavioral logic, let alone discern His purpose.
"Why did the Qilin Venerable do this?"
He suddenly asked in his heart, "Even to the point of betraying his own kind?"
In his impression, there wasn't initially any deep hatred among the Ancient Supremes.
Skylark snorted coldly; she knew what this little guy was thinking.
Because they were of the same kind.
Just like how she was wary of that Blood-colored Supreme.
This young man was always apprehensive about that Black Supreme.
Gu Jianlin assumed she had fallen into thought, and didn't dare to disturb, preparing to listen carefully.
