"Ah, about this question. It's tough to say."
"Hard to say."
"Not to say good."
Wen Xishu never expected that even though he had received the constellation invitation, he would still get such an answer.
His expression grew increasingly unpleasant, and the black deceitful head sensed that the atmosphere wasn't right:
"All right, let me reveal a little."
"The twelve constellations are not true gods, but if each of them dies one by one, the last one standing... well, will become a true god."
"They have their own tasks and challenges to face, and the invitation is to invite you to help them."
"I can only congratulate you; all your completed endings keep raising your favorability with the Gemini lord, but I suggest that you don't easily use the invitation."
"Do not open the invitation before your strength is strong enough."
The black deceitful head had a solemn expression.
Wen Xishu thought for a moment and said:
