"Lillian."
After being rejected, the god's face was somewhat unnatural. "The elders in the tribe all agree on this matter. If you and I join forces, then the Ghost Martial Tribe..."
"Enough!" Lillian Tompson stood up, turning her back to him. "There are some things I don't want to say twice. Our ancestors have not been resurrected yet; let's wait until they are before we speak further."
As she spoke, Lillian Tompson's brows showed some disgust.
"Also, don't pressure me with the elders; I'm not buying it."
Her tough attitude made the god feel somewhat embarrassed. "Lillian, we are no longer young. The Ghost Martial Tribe has taken the resurrection of our ancestors as its duty for generations, but after thousands of years, we still haven't found all of the ancestors' remains! Are you telling me that if we can't resurrect them in this lifetime, you're not going to marry me in this lifetime?"
