Zhao Changhe did not respond.
Piaomiao said, "I am the manifestation of the Human List's Qi Veins, a protector of the Great Han. As long as you continue to act this way, I will be your unwavering support. Does King Zhao intend to, for personal reasons, let the Great Han lose this support?"
Zhao Changhe said indifferently, "In times of national chaos, you weren't there; it was us who put the land back in order. When foreign invaders attacked, you weren't there; it was us who repelled the northern invaders. So I only believe that whether the Divine Continent prospers depends on what we do — on me, on Chichi, on Wanzhuang, on everyone in this world, but not on the Demon God... Oh, maybe you're not called Demon God, but True God, yet that doesn't matter."
Piaomiao said, "So you think I should be like Han Chi, without a form, without consciousness, passively submitting to the passive. All gods and Buddhas scattered, that is your wish."
"You saw the battle with Han Chi?"
"Yes."
