The white cicada fell into a long silence before letting out a hysterical screech, “It’s been ages!! And you still can’t change your damn habit?! Call me White Emperor! Not A’Bai like you’d call a dog!”1

Its voice was seething with anger, as if it had suffered a great humiliation.0

The golden cicada said gently, “But you have not become an Emperor, and this great opportunity does not belong to you either, so before you become one, allow me to call you A’Bai while I still can.”0

The golden cicada’s voice was inexplicably laced with sorrow and melancholy.0

However, the white cicada couldn’t care less. Its voice was cold and violent, “On the contrary, it would be a waste if we leave this great opportunity to others. What gives those weak losers the courage to covet this kind of opportunity anyway? Simply seeking death!”0

Speaking of this, the white cicada’s tone eased up, “Help me out this one, and I’ll allow you to continue to call me that in the future. Remember, only you will be allowed to.”0

After a short silence, the golden cicada sighed, “As I said, this great opportunity does not belong to you. After we leave this place, I will help you...4