Tsk tsk tsk, this guy is really straightforward.
Xiao Jie couldn't help but think.
This jungle law of the weak being preyed upon by the strong—attacking the weak without hesitation and negotiating with the strong—sure enough, everyone in the Pantheon is a realist, and they aren't even ashamed of it.
However, Xiao Jie didn't get angry. After being in society for so long, who isn't a realist?
"Oh, so what do you want to talk about? Let me guess, you're inviting me to join the Pantheon? The Pantheon can give me endless power? Unlimited resources? Or some other promises and empty words."
Xiao Jie said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
The shameless old cat laughed loudly, "Hahaha, it seems you have no interest in these things."
Xiao Jie smiled calmly, "Indeed, I have no interest. I can obtain these things through my own strength, so why should I lower myself?"
"Hehe, the Hall Master was right. People like you indeed won't be willing to submit to others."
