Mu Wentao removed his silver mask, revealing a refined and handsome countenance. Despite being over a hundred years old, he resembled a gentle middle-aged man with a delicate demeanor, though his thin lips betrayed a hint of cold indifference.0

"You'll need someone of equal standing to test a True God," Mu Wentao said. "Who do you plan to send?"0

The ancient Thunder Dragon sat atop the high stone platform, baring his teeth in a domineering grin. 0

"Some True Gods still maintain secret ties with us even after I explicitly declared that the Dragon Lair Sect would not participate in the war between the human race and the foreign races. 0

"The promise of a favor from me and an alliance from the Dragon Lair Sect carries unparalleled weight.0

The Thunder Dragon paused briefly as if considering his words.0

"Mr. Mu, forgive my frankness, but that high-ranking God of the Ghost Race may not truly hold you in high regard. Their promises can't be entirely trusted."0

The ancient Thunder Dragon refrained from being outwardly harsh, but he secretly thought, Perhaps you're merely...0