This sentence carried a hint of questioning.
Mo Fei curled the corner of his mouth.
Aidan (Dragon God): "Heh, you call yourselves a race that sustains the order of the world, yet the order you understand has long ceased to exist. The crisis this world faces has already surpassed your comprehension; it is beyond what you can fathom.
In this grand game, only deities have the right to be the players. As for you... proud Night Elves, you need to recognize your place and show proper respect to those existences beyond your understanding. Otherwise, you will inevitably invite disaster upon yourselves.
You should feel fortunate that, as a newly ascended deity, I have mercifully forgiven your discourtesy. But do not attempt to question my decisions with your mortal rules again."
These words, tactful yet direct, left the Night Elf leaders stunned on the spot, their expressions frozen.
Mo Fei no longer wasted words with them, directly absorbing the boundless Arcane power into his body.
