"Oh my, he's copying you! He's using your words to mock you, Old God Stick. Can you let this slide?" Negris yelled mischievously, fueled by the drama.
Anthony shot him a cross look before turning to Xisluo and said, "Provoking with words is not a wise action. It gains no benefit, only risks inciting anger. Of course, we wouldn't let such petty tricks provoke us, but the fact that you couldn't hold back shows there's some resentment in your heart."
Xisluo blinked. Resentment? Of course, he resented them! These interlopers who seemingly appeared out of nowhere stole his Minor Source Body—no, what they called the Star God.
They took his Star God and even kidnapped his Witch, threatening him to come out or they'd ransack his home. Who could be indifferent to such humiliation?
From the moment they threatened him, the situation was sealed. He had no choice but to pack up and escape quickly.
