[ A bargain. Mo Ran's eyes light up, even as he has to hold back a shiver, warring feelings of fear and delight playing havoc. ]
Make me the next god. [ A very Taxian-jun answer; it slips from him before he can even think, the specter of his past looming large. ] Crown me a god and I'll let you go.
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Make me the next god. [ A very Taxian-jun answer; it slips from him before he can even think, the specter of his past looming large. ] Crown me a god and I'll let you go.