"Revealing your true colors, aren't you?
Still trying to impose those rotten ideals on me?
If no one comes to entertain me, I'm leaving."
Just as Yu Ziqing was about to sever the connection, he saw a bubble rise in the blood sea.
From the churning blood sea, a small girl, barely half a person's height with thin arms and legs, slowly emerged.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The little girl seemed somewhat annoyed.
"You're asking me? It's not about what I want to do, it's about what you want to do.
You're the one painstakingly corrupting Yakou's ideals, right?
You deities are so amusing, how come none of you can rest in peace even in death?
Wouldn't it be better to just die completely and honestly?
Oh, sorry, I forgot, you bastards can't even manage that yourselves.
And you specifically choose this form, just to elicit sympathy?
This tactic is too low-level, you'd be better off assuming your monumental true form, terrifying and grasping my neck to force my consent."
