"It is difficult to forge a king, even harder to seal a divine marquis, and to be titled a God King is an utter illusion." There was a hint of melancholy in the Great Hall, but even more so, a sense of helplessness.
Strength differs, and so does perspective; knowledge of secrets naturally becomes more abundant. This aspect, coming from Ziyang God Marquis of the Human Ancestral Court from the East Emperor Palace, naturally knew much more than Xiao Chen.
"The crisis in the Eastern Wasteland is imminent. To be honest, this moment when your Gu Yuan Tribe is granted nobility over the Border Wasteland as its fiefdom is not well-timed. With fortune added to you, there naturally comes the duty to guard this land. Now, several small worlds of foreign races outside the Void are covetously eyeing our Human World, and bloodshed is inevitable."