The handsome fatty smacked his cheeks, making them wobble.
"A cultivator who can challenge above levels while being suppressed by the heavens themselves is terrifying. Brother Dragon, if that fellow survives another thousand years, I guarantee half the Upper Realms will not only be eradicated, but there will be quadrillions of deaths merely by the sin of starting the desolate era."
Davis inwardly laughed.
A thousand years?
If he really needed a thousand years to reach that point, he might as well bury himself.
Although he agreed with the handsome fatty that ridiculous people would die, he maintained an indifferent expression. Wasn't he already here to reverse the Desolate Era?
"You admire him too much," Davis said dismissively.
He could accept the admiration if he only had the power to change without having to think so much and sneak around.
"Of course I do."
The handsome fatty shrugged.
