"It seems you're just like me!"
The Great Golden Crow, who had always maintained a calm demeanor, showed clear emotional fluctuations on his face for the first time.
Respect and admiration for Father God, or concern for his younger siblings, were reasons the Great Golden Crow chose to actively intervene in this war.
In this respect, Golden Horn was exactly like the Great Golden Crow.
"It's a pity that you and I were not born in the same era."
"If my Father God could rewrite destiny, if I could successfully live to see the future, we could probably become friends!"
Looking into the eyes of the Great Golden Crow, Golden Horn, who started to vaguely sense something, smiled again.
"No problem, if you truly can be reborn in the future, the two of us will certainly become friends."
"But before that, your opponent is not me."
With a slight raise of his eyebrow, the Great Golden Crow, who was ready to step down personally, unconsciously followed Golden Horn's gaze.
