Marquis of Wind was shocked by Qin Liuxi's guess.
That Evil Buddha wants to become a god, this is too inconceivable.
He looked at Qin Liuxi and asked, "Could it be that we guessed wrong?"
"I actually hope that I guessed wrong. But try to put yourself in his shoes; if it was you, imprisoned for thousands of years, and you finally escaped, would you willingly let yourself be captured again and continue to be detained? I initially thought he would only bring calamity to the mortal world after his escape, but it seems now that my vision was too narrow."
Qin Liuxi gazed at the Green Lake before him, suddenly, the calm surface of the lake rippled.
The wind had started.
Marquis of Wind had no rebuttal.
Would he be content if it were him? Probably not?
"What does it take to become a god?" murmured Marquis of Wind.
