Meng Jianxi’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “Meng Jianyuan, even my tolerance has its limits. If you keep this up…”0

“Divine Son Jianxi,” Yun Che said indifferently, “if I was you, if I had toiled long and hard for an entire century and finally solidified my status as Divine Son, only for some ghost of the past with no merits, no power, nothing whatsoever to appear out of nowhere and receive the same status just a week after he returned to the Kingdom of God… I would not have accepted it either.”0

“If you are unwilling to accept it, then you should speak to the Divine Regent and tell him outright that Meng Jianyuan does not deserve the conferral. If you could find a hundred reasons to explain why the Dreamweaver Kingdom of God does not need a second Divine Son, I’m sure you could find a hundred reasons to explain as to why Meng Jianyuan does not deserve to be a Divine Son… Just speak truthfully and honestly. No one would think that you are in the wrong, much less think less of you because of it.”0

Yun Che squinted a little. “After all, a Divine Son should have the will to defend what is theirs, and a suitable amount of independence, confidence, and ambition.”0

“Unfortunately…” Yun Che shook his head with an expression of disappointment and pity. “You chose to ask your clique to pressure your Father, and even arrange a whole pile of pathetic tactics to give me an eternal brand of shame. You desire to turn the day of my conferral into a day of eternal shame. This is malicious enough, but you also wanted to play the good guy. That’s why you kept yapping about how brothers of the same blood should rely on and support each other earlier. You wanted to show off your ‘magnanimity’ and ‘culture.’”1

“Is it really necessary?” Undisguised scorn colored Yun Che’s eyes. “You are the Dreamweaver Divine Son. You of all people have the power to openly express your opinion, so why did you choose to paint yourself as an ugly, hypocritical bastard instead?”10

“Oh right!” Yun Che suddenly moved...5